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

you a cold duck im a dime p runna
smooth as silk i spit milk and butter
a cold heart rhyme pace mind state
you hustlin hard but go so far
i even think they hurt a pimps blood
they cut deals wit bitches up in the strip
i stake money and study and 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 arrive ima mac
cant roll the gift got my bank rolled fat
i leave the square beez she a fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit and hoe knockin
tru to the shit that i spit and stoppin

Nickatina
the street make you travel
and we can do it from the
all the way to the big apple
i back and forth like a link chain
my homie came to court sporting mink man
im not an honor roll student if wut you tellin me
do you try to your country wit a felony
its a symphony
man you witness me
the holy water bay gang and sprinkle me
i my hair like god
and hit up the city bumpin tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its a winter snake and a mongoose react
and back
i laps in the river i lust
no life gaurd watchin when i splash and fuss
i throw my soul in the numba 2
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 keep
'cause everybody know the rap starts gunnin, gunnin