Andre Nickatina, Equipto, The Jacka - Bonus (Gun-Mouth 4 Hire) lyrics

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 I'm runnin outta time
You know that bay bridge heart
Kid run through my veins
Hang with me burn, let me pocket everythang
'cause my 3 10 shoes they
Don't 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 it's like that

Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs
Hit the mini matchin pretty
Black boy countin wops
Semi automatic cock 'cause I
Don't trust that nigga
Smoking purple so I'm calm
Know a known cat pilla
Eyes low gone I'm a stone crack dealer
Surrounded by monsters like
Mike jack thriller
Ride around strapped 'cause I
Might jack niggas
Smokin purple like a motha fucking nut
You see a small bank in the cuts hold it up
'cause 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 I'm 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

I got a lifetime ghetto past
If the money gonna last
High way patrol say I drive too fast
Man I'm 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 he's 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 it's all the same

The YAY AREA yeah boi that where I'm 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 I'm young
Eyes tight like jet lee I believe I'm the one
Superb watching allah I believe is the pun
Without a blood test I can't
Believe that's my son
I'm 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 wasn't for this gangsta shit I
Wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 don't wanna die stand next to me