Verse 1: Andre Nickatina      The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me   Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me    Nicky back at you like star 6-9    on the grind, on ya mind and im runnin outta time   You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins    hang with me burn, let me pocket everythang   cuz my 3 10 shoes they dont leave no clues    i bucka break the law, but i fucka follows through. Holla back   my Cardiar Savoir-Faire    i was born round i could never die square its like that...      The Jack:      Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs   hit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin wops   semi automatic cock cuz i dont trust that nigga   smoking purple so i'm calm    know a known cat pilla    eyes low gone im a stone crack dealer   surrounded by monsters like mike jack thriller   ride around strapped cuz i might jack niggas   smokin purple like a motha fucking nut    you see a small bank in the cuts hold it up   cuz a nigga like me snorted out to get high    fell in love with it had to stop fo' i die    young nigga early 90's pushin rocks so im fly   everday early mornin stackin paper gettin high    dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac nigga   ill let my tape rock till my tape pop      Andre Nickatina      I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna last    high way patrol say i drive too fast    man im a bank roll holla i told her blow her quota   but i know you want my picture in ya photo motorolla   in my leather hat man i let my curls hang out    we talking shit, down where the girls hang out    the homie said hes good with the weapons    and when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest   i think you get the message    its butter on the breakfast, toast   and ill squeeze like a steak if you get too close    i bucka bounce fucka fly with the flames    and pucka pucka party with my life in the game    you know its all the same      The Jacka   The YAY AREA yeah boi that where im from    pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb   attempt to distribute, first case i run    break a king down, sniff away the things i've done    smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done   remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gun    and held the trees in my lungs   pushin v's to the slums    been through so much shit they can't believe that im young    eyes tight like jet lee i believe im the one    superb (???) watching allah i believe is the pun    without a blood test i cant believe thats my son    im just a huslah on the run,everday bendin corners    hoes pullin up on us i'm letting out the smoke   pullin on a strong one straight out hyphy goin    muh fucka all that shit    return a hardball nate is all i wish    pasta and fish is a mobsters dish    we was blessed with the recipe    searching for the rest of me    blinded by the light, going on ecstasy    if it wasnt for this gangsta shit i wonder where the west will be    4 1 3 dont wanna die stand next to me