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Nickatina
i can see my in my sons eyes
and when i see them i know the lord cried when died
im not a saint i spred my like a condor
i tell the to come get me like a matador
i richochet like the bullets in a car
im located at the bar where the are
i pack the house i the party all the gods no fat
we like
on the badge i spent raps
i comb my like god
then hit up the bumpin playboy tod
then up
we let the weed up
and the money up
and not up
you know

you a cold duck im a p game runna
smooth as silk i spit milk and butter
a cold heart rhyme pace state lovark
you hustlin hard but go so far
i dont even think they hurt a blood
they cut deals wit up in the strip club
i stake money and and play day and night
if ima be in the game then ima play it
we chops it up while thizzin
let the hoe it she got the game backwards
touchdown ima dance
any town i ima frisco mac
cant roll hash the got my bank rolled fat
i leave the beez she a castro fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe
tru to the that i spit and wont stoppin

-Andre
the gamble make you travel
and we can do it the pineapple
all the way down to the big
i swang back and forth a link chain
my homie came to court sporting hema man
im not an honor roll if thats wut you tellin me
do you try to leave your country wit a
its a symphony
man when you me
the holy bay gang come and sprinkle me
i comb my like god
and hit up the city bumpin tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a winter and a mongoose react
and blow
i swim in the river i lust
with no life gaurd watchin i splash and fuss
i throw my soul in the numba 2
it like a bird when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat hunter throw it right down the middle
crackin 4 triple ricky runnin
'cause everybody know when the rap starts gunnin,