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~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~ 

Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends 
But niggaz like me beleive in making ends 
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around 
You know the moneys got you safe and sound 

Now i'm bout to take it back to 84 when I was 14 
Kickin back in the trees 
Westside if you please 
And 436 west spruce was the spot 
With me Wayne  Mike  Shot  Nookie  Slug, and Rock, 
Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick 
If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks 
Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie 
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy 
And you could'nt deny 
A hit from that buddah tye 
Going round and round the driveway 
Now it's coming my way 
And i'm zoned out at a young age 
And the whole spruce street was my stage 
Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady 
But niggaz my age was getting paid already 
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue 
They made they first million by the age of 22 
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor 
James from Piru street with them boulders 
Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag 
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag 
Well Goddamn how can I be down? 
I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around. 
Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself 
While they kickback and just collect the wealth 
And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis 
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie 
This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned 
Right then is when I learned that 

(chorus) 
Some believe in Jesus 
some believe in Allah 
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars 
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue 
You know the money's still good to you 

Yes Yes 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends 
But niggaz like me believe in making ends 
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around 
You know the moneys got you safe and sound 

Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact 
So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack 
Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back 
When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack 
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit 
I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket 
Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda, 
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders 
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks 
Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6 
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see 
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key 
I'm telling you I done seen it all 
From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall 
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall 
Teeth rotten hair gone, 
and whole checks get blown 
But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam 
Saved them, splitting rocks, 
to the um tic toc 
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini 
While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini 
I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment 
And getting somthing new with each and every shipment 
Money gets made and money gets spent 
and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that 

(chorus) 
Some believe in Jesus 
some believe in Allah 
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars 
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue 
You know the money's still good to you 

Yes Yes 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends 
But niggaz like me believe in making ends 
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around 
You know the moneys got you safe and sound 

Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A. 
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay 
On my way up from bottom rock 
Bitches starting to jock 
Cause my hair is getting longer 
And games getting stronger 
To pull my on weight I went and got me a job 
But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab 
About weather I should go or stay 
She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way 
So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning, 
clowning with playas all around me just astounding 
My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an 
Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren 
Shaby blue feathered as he swerved 
In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve 
Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike 
That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed 
And hoes just come and go in and out 
Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth 
I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip 
Cause even though I love God I also love my grip 

(chorus) 
Some believe in Jesus 
some believe in Allah 
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars 
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue 
You know the money's still good to you 

Yes Yes 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends 
But niggaz like me believe in making ends 
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around 
You know the moneys got you safe and sound 

(talk box) 

oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah 
safe and sound yeah 
safe and sound baby 
ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah 
safe and sound yeah 
safe and sound 
gotta let you knoooooow 
gotta let you knoooooow 
gotta let you knoooooow 
Comptons in the house

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