Bonus Lyrics - Bullets - Andre Nickatina

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