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I started sellin' dope at a early ass age, I had to make the money cause I had to make the pay, Charlie McNuddy taught me to rose to the streets, How to cut it up and put a Nigga on his feet, Momma i'm sorry but we were damn poor, Daddy in his casket I ain't have no where to go, I started skippin school on my lunch breaks, To go down the road beat the masons down the way, You screamin platnuim house You screaming it till the end, But when smoke clear where the fuck all your friends, I'm Going through these Robbers,I ain't trying to be insanted, ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ~CHOURUS~ Calling me at Jackson St. Thats where I learned how to sell my weed A half a block from there is the A.S.T that's where all my hustlers be A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet A Street A Street A Street A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet, ~LIL SKEE~ Well it be me Lil' Skee One of da soldiers from A and Jackson, The masons got i hot so we moved on da corner of Gasden Do you niggas got some heart, Who the Fuck you asking You betta get your ass from round here before we start to blassin Start some acion put some caps in niggas assin Nigga i'm like Big Ed call me Mr. Assasin Tounge Lassing, Making these niggas gimme they cashin Ridding in dem Chevys, Got the 15 Blassin Swingin and Banging hard got them niggas crashin A hundred and Thirty-Five on the dashin Gas smashin, Buring rubber, Pull my mask down i'm blastin Cause we from A st And Jackson ~CHOURUS~ Calling me at Jackson St. Thats where I learned how to sell my weed A half a block from there is the A.S.T that's where all my hustlers be A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet A Street A Street A Street A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet, ~MOUSELINNI~ A ain't no rapper but i just gotta speak my mind Sipping some Gin as put the pen down while im trying to write these rhymes Part 29 I damn near think my momma's fine Back in '75 when she gave this playa life Ain't no use for lyin my daddy hollerin he ain't mine He commited a crime when he told that fucking lie Lead me to the streets look how far it is from my profits sellin deed Thats how we do it on A Street Yall niggas know me My name known by Bitches that i will neva meet But i keep my buisness discrete It's hard to make it when yall niggas in da hood (hey) When ya'll wan't what i got, and Portrait my spot still wan't what musse got All yall plotting on my goods I got love for A Stret and some niggas in da hood and thats from my heart Cause im a real nigga Run up on me like im Roman and watch how fast your blood spill nigga ~CHOURUS~ Calling me at Jackson St. Thats where I learned how to sell my weed A half a block from there is the A.S.T that's where all my hustlers be A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet A Street A Street A Street A Street (A Street), A Street (A Street), A Streeet, |