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Nickatina
i can see my reflection in my eyes
and when i see them i the lord cried when jesus died
im not a saint i my wings like a condor
i tell the boys to come get me like a
i richochet like the in a thugs car
im located at the bar the drugs are
i pack the house i pack the all the gods no fat
we like
politican on the badge i spent
i comb my hair god
then hit up the city bumpin tod
then up
we let the blow up
and the fold up
and not up
you what

you a cold im a dime p game runna
smooth as i spit milk and make butter
a cold heart rhyme pace mind state
you keep hard but go so far
i dont even think they hurt a blood
they cut wit bitches up in the strip club
i stake money and study and play day and
if ima be in the game then ima it right
we chops it up while thizzin
let the hoe choose it she got the game
touchdown ima inzone
any town i arrive ima mac
cant roll hash the got my bank rolled fat
i leave the square she a castro fag
and mad im vivid wit this and hoe knockin
tru to the that i spit and wont stoppin

Nickatina
the street make you travel
and we can do it from the
all the way down to the big
i swang back and forth a link chain
my homie to court sporting hema mink man
im not an honor roll student if wut you tellin me
do you try to leave your wit a felony
its like a
man you witness me
the holy water bay gang come and me
i comb my hair god
and hit up the bumpin playboy tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a snake and a mongoose react
and blow
i swim laps in the river i
with no life gaurd watchin i splash and fuss
i throw my in the numba 2 pencil
it like a bird when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
me with the riddles
the cat fish hunter it right down the middle
crackin 4 triple ricky runnin
'cause know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin