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(Yes yes yes)
I infect the whole set and collect the
and i'm gonn' run but respect the past
got range, aint trippin
lets at the small change
then it parlay
Exchangin back to back
wordplay but late for the tymin
It cant wait for the n' feedback
I stat when I down the weed on my rap

Nickatina]

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

oh, oh fo sho we can blow mo'
while labels fall short ta tha ocean
(suckas)
I get pesky boss like Joe
I drop rhymes on all MC's
suckas wanna play two cue execute
the off loose I execute
on sight ya too height ya get snatched
just like ya gold chain and raps

[Andre

Homie dont ask me about chick
because about any chick I'll plead the
call me St. Nick when I spit the
real rap cat on a ship
lock n' chain Sid Vicious
I done used my wishes
When it comes ta swishers, cut the
Listinin' ta Al in the dark
Jumed in the with a letha' coat
looked in the view who popped the most
just i thought that i saw a ghost
I realized it was the endo

ma gold rope i go fo' off green dope
ya last hope they at me like the pope
i the bang the vote is unanimous
smokin cannibis puttem in a camel
like this cant trip when i get
set it off lay em down 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 farm vest
new kangol pull low no
grab ya get ya team who raise supreme
in yo face cock sucka its a new
yo out but it really dont matta'
had it with the new-improved police
hang the bannas' yo cock tha
or forever in you'll wear a pampa'

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

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

I connive with mo drive ta multiply
I can see the fortune the tella'
cock back the raw rap or release the
suckas a jaw-jap but i looked it
I get detailed describe it
practice the graph im knowin it backwards
spit it with a passion one in the
i realease the masta and study the game

Ok, i hit the sky with the ruby red eyes
the streets are i can hear her cry
freaks wear shoes not their size
and here Nicky with the felony rhymes
and the melody crimes can ya the case
like a bat outta hell i the race
scars on my detect the hate
get a scale fo the rhyme i push the weight.