LYRICS: YODO PROD. BY CHRIS HEIST

YODO… YOU ONLY DIE ONCE X2 YOU ONLY DIE..

ELEGANCE… ALL WE TALK IS PELICANS/

DYNA-REX LATEX NO PRINTS NO EVIDENCE/

TELL THE JUDGE SPRING MY DAWG, EVERY SUMMER THE SNOW FALL/

WE JUST DEALING WITH THE ELEMENTS/

FEDERAL BEAURU, CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE/ 

IF IT AINT BOUT CENTS ITS IRRELEVANT/

THE PRESIDENTS TOOK PRECEDENCE/

IM JUST SAYING IM TOO BUSY BEING RELEVANT/

LOOKIN LIKE I WON A SETTLEMENT/

MOMMA ALWAYS TOLD ME NEVER SETTLE FOR THAT PETTY SHIT/

SPEED RACER… YEAH IM ON MY RICHARD PETTY SHIT/

CLUTCH BRAKE STICK PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL… SHIFT/

TO ANSWER PAC WE MADE HEAVEN IN A GHETTO/

THREW MY NIGGA OUTTA HEAVEN LIKE GOD DID THE DEVIL/

HOPPIN OUT THAT THANG LIKE AWAX IN MENACE/

JUST ME & MY NIGGAS… WHO GOT SNAPS ON THE PETRO/

YODO… YOU ONLY DIE ONCE X2 YOU ONLY DIE... YODO

THE GREED WONT ALLOW US TO LET GO/

ALL THIS ICE COME FROM WET SNOW/

GET THE KEYS FROM THE VALET WE FEENA BLOW/

B4 WE GO SHAWTY GOTTA POWDER HER NOSE/

MINK RUGS IN THE VEHICLE/

SO TELL PETA THEY CAN EAT IT SLOW/

Y.O.D.O…  F' THE JUDGE PROSECUTOR & THE P.O./

MY MAN GOT LIFE ON A RICO, BUT HE STILL GET IN THRU THE C.O/

FUCK THE DEA IMMA CEO/

KEEP MY MAIL IN A BOX.. NO P.O./

AINT NO REFS IN THIS GAME… NO T.O'S/

U ONLY GET A TIME OUT… WHEN YA TIME'S OUT/

WE SITTIN ON THE WEIGHT… PUT THE DIMES OUT/

ITS A DRAUGHT… THEM JACKERS GOT THEY NINES OUT/

YODO… YOU ONLY DIE ONCE X3 YOU ONLY DIE... YODO

PARAPHERNALIA IN PANAMERA/

TEARS OF JOY THRU HER MASCARA/

DONT MIND ME… IM JUST PARAPHRASING/

CRUSHING UP KUSH IN A CARRERA/

LEAVE A PRICE ON YA HEAD… LIKE A NEW ERA/

MAKE A NIGGA COVER UP LIKE ITS FLU WEATHER/

IM JUST DOIN ME TRYNA DO BETTER/

YOU'LL DO BETTER IF U KNEW BETTER/

NEW HAT… JEANS SHOES & NEW SWEATER/

BRANDNEW RANRU… GET U TOGETHER/

BRANDNEW JEWELS, BRANDNEW WHATEVER/

IF U KNEW RU… U WOULD DO BETTER/

SF 2 LETTERS… ALL MY GUNS COME IN 2'S LIKE SHOES FELLA/

EVEN WHEN I DIDNT HAVE A GUN… I HAD 2 RAZORS'

SCUFF A NIGGA FACE LIKE SHOE LEATHER/ YODO

LYRICS: HOT NIGGA FREESTYLE

ITS TRUE RU A HOT NIGGA/ 
ITS TRUE I PUT BLOCKS ON THEM BLOCKS NIGGA/ 
THEM KILLERS TRIED TO KILL ME,, I DIDNT STOP NIGGA/ 
SHOT ME TWICE I STILL LIVED... (IN GUNRULE) IM PAC NIGGA/ 

DJ SAKRAFICE OWE ME A GLOCK NIGGA/ 
I WAS PLANNING ON KILLING THE PIG THAT KILLED DOC WITH IT/ 
PICKLE SHOT ME ONCE I SHOT PICK NIGGA/
4 TIMES.. F’ A HITTA… I HIT NIGGAZ/

I TRIED TO HIT PICK.. I GUESS PICK QUICKER/
THAN HIS NIGGA… PICK GOT AWAY BUT NOT PICK NIGGA/
WHEN NIGGAZ BEEF WITH RAN THEY GO & GET KILLERS/
WHEN RAN BEEF WIT NIGGAZ HE GO & GET TRIGGERS/

STILL KEEP IT ON ME WHEN THE DIRTYS OUT/
OVER 30 BUT I’LL STILL PULL THAT 30 OUT/
THEY SAY WHY U GOT SHOOTERS IF U NEVER USE’M/
I’LL SHOOT’M I JUST NEED MY SHOOTERS HELP TO MOVE’M/

THAT AINT A MURDER THATS A MISSING PERSON/
AND YA SHOOTER AINT A SHOOTER IF HE MISS THE PERSON/
FUCK KILLING CLOUDS… NIGGA KILL A PERSON/
TRAINING DAY WITH THIS SHOTTY IMMA FUCKING SURGEON/

I SHOT FELLY IN THE LEG… THATS MY NIGGA THO/
HE TRIED TO SNATCH MY GUN… I LET THAT TRIGGER GO/
NEVER LEAVE IT IN THE CAR... KEEP THE PISTOL CLOSE/
IF A BOUNCER PAT ME DOWN HE FEEL THAT PISTOL YO/

GOT A SHOTTY... GOT A AK.. GOT A AR/
THIS M&M WILL HIT YA RAPPING ASS FROM 8 MILES/
SHOOTOUT IN THE PARKING LOT... I HIT LIKE 8 CARS/
THESE BULLETS AIMED AT ANY FUCKING THANG THAT AINT OURS/

ASK DOW POW... WE KEEP THEM STRAPS NIGGA/
NEVER IN THE STASH... ON OUR LAP NIGGA/
FREE DIGI... FREE TISH... FREE KC/
YES WE SOME HOT NIGGA... NO AC/

"ON MY WAY" PROD. BY DJ CAPCOM / JORDAN GRANADOS

WHAT IM ROCKING... AIR JORDAN 3 RETRO "WOLF GREY" + AIR JORDAN "ITS GOTTA BE THE SHOES" T SHIRT

"MULTI" PRODUCED BY: DJ CAPCOM

LYRICS: "ME & MINES" PRODUCED BY: CARDO

HOOK-
ME & MY NIGGA OUT HERE HURTING... MY NIGGA DOING BAD/
SOOO MY NIGGA GOT HIS GUN... I WENT & GOT MY MASK/
ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA GETTING MONEY... MY NIGGA COUNTIN STACKS/
MY NIGGA COP'D THAT MASI... I TOLD'M TAKE IT BACK/
BUT THATS MY NIGGA... MY NIGGA/
ME & MY NIGGA... MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

VRS 1
NOVEMBER 99 WE GOT INDICTED/ (MY NIGGA)
WE CAN RUN OR WE CAN FIGHT IT/ (MY NIGGA)
U SAID U WANNA TO EAT WE GOTTA BITE IT/ (MY NIGGA)
I SWEAR OUR LIFE A MOVIE... WHO GON WRITE IT/ (MY NIGGA)

GOT THAT 745 LET ME DRIVE IT/
WHAT U GON DO WITH THAT OLD BENZ LET ME BUY IT/
I JUST GOT A NEW CRIB & IM EXCITED/
MY NIGGA THINK IM STUNTIN... HE DONT LIKE IT/

ME & MY NIGGA IN THE KITCHEN/ (UN)
HE SHOWED ME HOW TO STRETCH IT WITHOUT WHIPPING/ (UN)
MY NIGGA SAID HE JUST COUNTED A TICKET/ (HUH)
I NEVER SEEN A MILL... SEND ME PICTURES/ (UN)

I SHOULD POST IT AS MY AVI/
BUT I KNOW THE FEDS WATCHING I AINT CRAZY/ (UN)
ME & MY NIGGA ON THE CORNER/ (UN)
PUNCHING THE CLOCK ... A $50 BAG & SOME CORONAS/ (MY NIGGA)

HOOK-
ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA OUT HERE HURTING... MY NIGGA DOING BAD/
SOOO MY NIGGA GOT HIS GUN... I WENT & GOT MY MASK/
ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

VRS 2
SHOOTING DICE 10 OR 4, 6 0R 8 HERE WE GO/
5 0R 9... 9 TO 5... WE AT THE MONEY... GET THE DOUGH/
IF MY NIGGA HIT THE HOE... BEST BELIEVE I HIT THE HOE/
MY DICK IS LIKE A XMAS GIFT... THIS GUCCI BELT A MISTLETOE/

IF I GOT A HOE, I GOT A HOE/
ASK ME HOW I GET THE HOE/
I GOT HER FROM MY NIGGA ROLL/
HE TOLD ME I COULD KEEP THE HOE/

ALL GOOD A WEEK AGO, BUT THATS JUST HOW THE STREETS WILL GO/
MY NIGGA FELL OFF... I BROUGHT A HALF OF KEY... WE SPLIT IT YO/
THATS JUST HOW WE GET IT THO... ALL WE KNOW IS GET IT YO/
9 MONTHS LATER HE WAS FRONTING ME A KILO/

MY NIGGA... I'LL DIE FOR U NIGGA.
MY NIGGA... I'LL RIDE FOR U NIGGA/
MY NIGGA... I'LL LIE FOR U NIGGA/
WHEN THE JUDGE SAID 12.. I CRIED FOR U NIGGA/ (MY NIGGA)

HOOK-
ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA X2 YEAH THATS MY NIGGA/
MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

ME & MY NIGGA GETTING MONEY... MY NIGGA COUNTIN STACKS/
MY NIGGA COP'D THAT MASI... I TOLD'M TAKE IT BACK/
BUT THATS MY NIGGA... MY NIGGA/
ME & MY NIGGA... MY NIGGA MY NIGGA MY NIGGA/

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LYRICS: YAYO FREESTYLE

AY AYO... ALL HE TALK IS YAYO/ 

ALL THIS FN BREAD.. I SPREAD THE WHITE AROUND LIKE MAYO/ 

WE CAN GO TO WAR... I GOT PEDRO ON THE PAYROLL/

HE BARELY SPEAK ENGLISH BUT HE STILL DO WHAT I SAY SO/ 

AY AYO... THEY KILLING FOR THE YAYO/ 

DEM BOYZ JUST DROPPED TWO BODIES & THE BEEF ONLY A DAY OLD/ FASTER THAN JIMMY JOHNS THEY WILL SHOW UP WHERE U STAY YO/ 

THEY WONT LEAVE A WITNESS... LIKE SIMPSON DID WITH KATO/ 

HEY... AYO AINT THAT HIM RIGHT THERE YO/ 

OG BOBBY JOHNSON... 38 WITH THE POTATO/ 

DUECE GON RULE THE NIGHT... THE MAN GON RULE THE DAY THO/ 

SOON AS THE MOON COME OUT... THEM WOLVES IS ON YA A-HOLE/ 

AY! LAY LOW... 30 IN THAT K YO/ 

THEY GET YOU, BASH YOU, SQUISH YOU, MASH YOU, ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES/ 

THE PLUG JUST TOOK A BREAK.. SO IM F’N WITH THEM DAGO’S/

LEMME SHUT MY TRAP… BEFORE I END UP IN NEWAYGO/

LYRICS: 0 TO 100 FREESTYLE

FUCK BEING ON SOME STILL SHIT…

WE MOVE ZERO TO A HUNNIT KILL’M REAL QUICK/

MY COP HEVY NIGGAZ ON THAT DRILL SHIT/

SO I BE ON THAT FUCK HOW U FEEL SHIT/

ZERO TO A HUNNIT/ 

OUT A HUNNIT FUCKS I MAY GIVE ZERO WHOEVER WANT IT/ 

THEY CAN GET IT... I'LL FRONT IT/ 

ASS WHOOPINGS ON CONSIGNMENT NIGGA/ 

I DONT MIND IT NIGGA/ 

U GOTTA GOOGLE SEARCH'M JUST TO FIND THE NIGGA/ 

JEWELRY STILL SHINING, WHITE DIAMONDS I'LL BLIND A NIGGA/ 

CARVE MY FUCKING NAME IN YA CHEST... I'LL SIGN U NIGGA/ 

GRINDING STILL RHYMING KEN DILL PERFECT TIMING NIGGA/

WHY YOU NOT SIGN RAN? ITS ALL ABOUT TIMING NIGGA

SWEAR I PUT THE TRUTH IN EVERY LINE… I AINT LYING NIGGA/

KING OF THE JUNGLE MONKEY NIGGA IM A LION/

BUT I STILL GO BANANAS GET OUT OF LINE AND IM FIRING/

FIRING SQUAD PUT THEM LIARS IN A LINE & I’LL LINE’M/

LIKE JAMES WHO’S CUTTIN THATS MY COUSIN WITH THAT NINE/

BUT IMMA RAPPER AND A SHOOTER NIGGA... RONDO NUMBANINE/

THEM HITTAZ ON DECK LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH/ 

AND THEY SWINGING FOR THE HOMER EVERY MUTHA FUCKING TIME/

WHAT IM ROCKING... AIR JORDAN FLIGHT TEE x AIR JORDAN SHORTS x AIRJORDAN "TIFFANY" FLIP FLOPS

(ROUGH DRAFT EXCERPT) "POOR AIN'T ME" BY RANRU

"GOOD MORNIN' MOM" NICE SAID WALKING PASS HIS HUNG OVER MOTHER, SPRAWLED ACROSS THE LIVING ROOM SOFA. NICE STOOD NEAR THE END OF THE SOFA FOR A FEW SECONDS & WAITED FOR A RESPONSE TO HIS HELLO. NOTICEABLY WASTING VALUABLE TIME NICE YELLED OUT “MOM" HIS YELL WAS INCREDIBLY LOUD, IT WOKE HER INSTANTLY. "WHAT… WHAT… IM UP" SHE SAID WHILE FORCING HERSELF TO OPEN HER EYES. IN WHAT EVENTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE A FAILED ATTEMPT TO LAY EYES ON HER NOW IRATE & YELLING SON. DISTRACTED & BLINDED BY THE SUNLIGHT THAT FILLED THE LIVING ROOM SHE QUICKLY COVERED HER BARELY SLIT EYES WITH ONE HAND TRYING TO BLOCK OUT THE SUN COMING FROM THE OPENED DOOR THAT NICE CONVENIENTLY LEFT OPEN. STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE SOFA SCROLLING THRU HIS CELLPHONE, WAITING ON SOME SORT OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF HIS EXISTENCE.

SCROLLING THRU HIS PHONE WAS A STRESS RELIEVER. ANYTIME NICE WAS BORED , UPSET OR SIMPLY THINKING HE WOULD PULL OUT HIS CELLPHONE AND THOUGHTLESSLY SCROLL THRU HIS CONTACTS, APPS, PICTURES. WHATEVER... IT DIDNT MATTER WHAT HE WAS SCROLLING THRU. SOMETIMES HE DID THIS FOR HOURS. FINALLY HIS MOTHER EYES BEGAN TO OPEN AND SHE COULD NOW SEE HER SON STANDING OVER HER. SCROLLING THRU HIS PHONE WITH THAT IDENTICAL LOOK OF HIS FATHERS IRRITATION ON HIS FACE. SHE HATED THAT NICE LOOKED AND OFTEN ACT LIKE HIS FATHER. SEARCHING HER HUNG OVER HEAD FOR THE RIGHT WORDS SHE SUCCESSFULLY FORCED OUT “SHIT, WHY YOU YELLIN' BOY? AND PLEASE SHUT MY DAMN DOOR”. NICE DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO RESPOND HE JUST STOOD THERE SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DISGUST. HE HATED WHEN HIS MOM DRANK ALCOHOL, SHE WOULD OFTEN GO ON DRINKING BINGES. SOMETIMES FOR WEEKS AT A TIME. MOST TIMES HER ALCOHOLIC BINGES LANDED HER IN JAIL AND IN A FEW CASES THE HOSPITAL.

SNAPPING BACK TO REALITY, NICE PLACED HIS CELLPHONE BACK INTO ITS LOUIS VUITTON CASE, THEN LEANED OVER THE OLD COUCH TO KISS HIS MOTHER ON THE CHEEK. WHILE CLOSING THE DOOR NICE LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER AT HIS MOM “I SEE YOU BEEN DRINKING AGAIN”. NOT EVEN WAITING FOR A RESPONSE TO HIS RHETORICAL QUESTION NICE CLOSED THE DOOR AND CONTINUED WALKING THRU THE LIVING ROOM INTO THE KITCHEN. AFTER STOPPING AT THE FRIDGE TO CHECK FOR LEFTOVERS NICE CONTINUED HIS JOURNEY THRU THE KITCHEN TO THE DOOR THAT LED TO THE BASEMENT. EVERY MORNING AROUND THE SAME TIME LIKE CLOCK WORK NICE WOULD VISIT HIS MOTHER’S HOME TO CHECK ON HIS STASH. HE NEVER STAYED LONG, MOST DAYS HE WOULD USE HIS KEY TO THE BACKDOOR AND GO STRAIGHT INTO BASEMENT WITHOUT MAKING HIS PRESENCE KNOWN TO ANYONE INCLUDING HIS MOTHER & ESPECIALLY THE NEIGHBORS.

NICE OPENED THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT AND CAREFULLY WALKED DOWN THE ROTTED WOOD STEPS, MAKING SURE THAT HE WAS VERY CAREFUL AND CONSCIENCE OF EVERY SINGLE STEP HE TOOK. HE DIDNT WANNA STEP ON THE WRONG STEP THE LAST TIME HE DONE THAT HE ALMOST BREAK HIS ANKLE. A LONG TIME AGO NICE DECIDED TO BOOBY TRAP THE BASEMENT STAIRS TO HARM ANYONE THAT DIDNT BELONG THERE. ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS NICE WOULD BE HUNG OVER FROM A LONG NIGHT OF CLUBBING AND TOTALLY FORGET WHICH STAIRS WERE SAFE TO STEP ON… NICE COULD VIVIDLY REMEMBER THE LAST TIME HE MIS-CALCULATED HIS STEPS & BECAME A VICTIM OF HIS OWN TRAP.

"MAN, I GOTTA GET AN ALARM SYSTEM OR SOMETHING ONE DAY IM GON KILL MYSELF COMING DOWN THESE STAIRS" TALKING TO HIMSELF, WAS ANOTHER THING THAT NICE OFTEN DID. CAREFULLY REACHING FOR THE RAIL NICE FINALLY MADE IT TO THE LAST ROTTED WOOD STEP. THE BASEMENT WAS DARK, USING SHEER INSTINCT NICE WALKED OVER TO HIS STASH SPOT, HE THEN REACHED FOR HIS CELLPHONE. AFTER RETRIEVING IT FROM ITS DESIGNER CASE & ACTIVATING THE FLASHLIGHT FEATURE. THERE WERE NO LIGHTS IN THE OLD BASEMENT BECAUSE. NICE PURPOSELY GOT RIDDEN OF ALL LIGHT FIXTURES A LONG TIME AGO. HE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO KEEP THE BASEMENT DARK IT MADE IT EXTREMELY HARD FOR THIEVES TO NAVIGATE THRU INCASE AN INTRUDER EVER TRIED TO PAY HIS STASH A VISIT.

AIMING HIS CELLPHONE’S FLASHLIGHT IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS STASH. HE TOOK A GOOD LOOK AROUND THE BASEMENT MAKING SURE EVERYTHING WAS THE WAY HE LEFT IT. OUT OF FORCE OF HABIT NICE WOULD ALWAYS CHECK AROUND THE BASEMENT TO MAKE SURE NOTHING WAS OUT OF PLACE OR MISSING, HE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE EVERYTHING WAS AND HE COULD ALWAYS TELL IF SOMETHING WAS MOVED OR TAMPERED WITH. SATISFIED WITH HIS OBSERVATION NICE REACHED UP INTO THE BASEMENT CEILING AND RETRIEVED A TIN-METAL BOX… BEING VERY CAREFUL PULLING DOWN THE SOMEWHAT HEAVY BOX FROM ITS HIDING PLACE & TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO MAKE ANY DISTINCTIVE SOUNDS THAT COULD POSSIBLY GIVE AWAY THE LOCATION OF HIS STASH TO ANYONE IN THE HOUSE.

AFTER RETRIEVING THE OLD METAL BOX NICE WALKED OVER TO THE DUSTY WOOD SHELF LOCATED UNDER THE BASEMENT STAIRS. THE SHELF WAS ATTACHED TO AN EVEN DUSTIER GREY'ISH CONCRETE WALL THAT WAS COVERED IN SPIDER WEBS. NICE SAT THE HEAVY METAL BOX ON THE SHELF HOPING THE OLD SHELF DIDNT BREAK IN TWO & FALL TO THE FLOOR. REACHING IN HIS FIFTH POCKET HE PULLED OUT A SMALL KEY & STUCK IT INTO THE KEYHOLE IN THE FRONT OF THE BOX TO OPENED IT. THE BOX WAS FILLED WITH ENVELOPES AND THE ENVELOPES FILLED WITH MONEY… MONEY HE HAD BEEN SAVING FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR. NICE LOVED THE SIGHT OF MONEY, MONEY MADE HIM FEEL POWERFUL & UNTOUCHABLE.

"LOOK AT ALL THAT PAPER" NICE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF… WHILE STARING INTO THE MONEY-FILLED METAL BOX HE NOTICED IT WAS NEARLY FULL AND HE DIDNT HAVE MUCH, IF ANY ROOM LEFT TO STASH HIS NEXT CASH DEPOSIT. "FUCK… WHERE AM I GON PUT THIS SHIT AT NOW?… THIS SHIT GOTTA FIT". REACHING INTO THE LARGE POCKET OF HIS CAMO TRUE RELIGION CARGO PANTS; NICE PULLED OUT ANOTHER STUFFED ENVELOPE WITH ALL NEW CRISPY HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS. HE THEN ATTEMPTED TO FIT THE HUGE ENVELOPE INTO THE STASH BOX BUT FAILED. HE EVEN TRIED REORDERING THE CONTENTS OF THE BOX IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE A LITTLE EXTRA ROOM FOR HIS MONEY BUT IT JUST WOULDN'T FIT.

NICE JUST STOOD THEIR STARING AT THE BOX AS IF SOMETHING WOULD CHANGE. “FUCK IT” CONFUSED AND UPSET, NICE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF “I NEED A BIGGER SAFE”. AFTER PUTTING THE METAL BOX BACK IN ITS PLACE. HE THEN PLACED THE WAD OF HUNDREDS BACK INTO HIS CARGO POCKET THEN HEADED BACK UPSTAIRS. AFTER CLOSING THE BASEMENT DOOR, NICE DECIDED TO GO OUT THE BACKDOOR SO THAT HE DIDNT DISTURB HIS MOM AS SHE SLEPT. AFTER LOCKING THE BACKDOOR FROM THE OUTSIDE, NICE WALKED TO THE FRONT OF HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE AND CHECKED THE MAILBOX FOR THE MONTHLY BILLS. NICE ALWAYS PAID HIS MOTHERS BILLS. AFTER HIS FATHER LEFT HOME, IT WAS UP TO NICE TO BE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE. AND HE WAS, NICE STARTED HUSTLING TO PAY THE BILLS AT THE TENDER AGE OF 9. AND ELEVEN YEARS LATER NOT MUCH HAD CHANGED.

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