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(Yes yes yes)
I infect the set and collect the cash
and i'm run game but respect the past
got long range, aint
lets flip at the small
then it parlay
Exchangin back to back
but late for the studio tymin
It cant for the hate n' feedback
I when I break down the weed on my rap

Nickatina]

I was born about eight miles from the City of
Meanin my city is the City of
weigh the coke, caddy
it couldnt be by John the Pope
Money is the bible couldnt bout a idol
If youre for the title
then its kinda
'cause gonna have a rival thats bustin at ya do'
Tryin ta put holes up in yo clothes

oh, oh fo sho we can blow mo'
while labels short ta tha ocean flo'
(suckas)
I get pesky like Joe Pesci
I drop rhymes on all MC's
suckas wanna play two cue execute
the play off I execute
on sight ya too height ya get snatched
just ya gold chain and no-name raps

[Andre

Homie dont ask me that chick
because about any chick I'll the fifth
call me St. Nick when I spit the
rap cat on a pirate ship
lock n' like Sid Vicious
I used my three wishes
When it comes ta swishers, cut the
ta Al Green in the dark
Jumed in the ride with a coat
looked in the rear who popped the most
when i thought that i saw a ghost
I it was the endo smoke

ma gold rope i go fo' off green dope
ya last hope they shottin at me like the
i campaign the bang the vote is
cannibis puttem in a camel clutch
like this cant trip i get accross
set it off lay em with no second thoughts
endo endulgin' keep blowin
Falcon and the

tiger my raps adjust like a heist
'cause the way I shine you might lose ya
in my brand new phat farm
new kangol low no less
grab ya cream get ya team who raise
in yo face cock sucka its a new
yo out again but it really matta'
had it with the police scanna'
the bannas' yo cock tha hammas'
or in life you'll wear a pampa'

It was pivotal when you with pitiful answers
rhymes an avelanche in the rapper
ya they goin all out representin'
ya in n out steppin like five seven
i kept it honest no threatin'
ya probably flipped fo' if not it
I stepped in the house throw back the peyton
the food but ho back with the hey now

Check it, the bottle then crack the whip
yo i go a son down ill crack ya hip
i'm like an angel but at an
and then i start to talk like Brando
like that blow back in my croaka'
tell the benz that the cadillac is back
outta turn from inta yak
and the ATF wanna come raid the track

I connive mo drive ta multiply chedda'
I can see the without the tella'
back the raw rap or release the classic
suckas a but i looked past it
I get detailed it graphic
practice the graph till im knowin it
spit it with a passion one in the
then i the masta and study the game

Ok, i hit the night sky with the red eyes
the streets are hurtin i can her cry
freaks shoes thats not their size
and here Nicky with the felony rhymes
and the melody crimes can ya crack the
like a bat outta hell i the race
scars on my face detect the
get a scale fo the rhyme when i the weight.