Bonus

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