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

[Andre

I was about eight miles from the City of Dope
Meanin my is the City of Dope
weigh the coke, spokes
it couldnt be by John the Pope
is the bible couldnt care bout a idol
If goin for the title
then its kinda
youre 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 fall ta tha ocean flo'
(suckas)
I get pesky like Joe Pesci
I drop hefty on all MC's
that wanna play two cue execute
the play off loose I
on sight ya too height ya might get
just like ya gold chain and raps

Nickatina]

Homie dont ask me about that
because about any chick I'll plead the
me St. Nick when I spit the Gift
real rap cat on a pirate
lock n' like Sid Vicious
I used my three wishes
it comes ta swishers, cut the heart
Listinin' ta Al in the dark
Jumed in the with a letha' coat
looked in the rear view who the most
when i thought that i saw a ghost
I realized it was the smoke

ma gold rope i go fo' broke off green
ya hope they shottin at me like the pope
i campaign the bang the is unanimous
smokin cannibis puttem in a clutch
this cant trip when i get accross
set it off lay em down with no thoughts
imposin' 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 pull low no less
grab ya get ya team who raise supreme
in yo face sucka its a new rigeme
yo out but it really dont matta'
had it with the new-improved scanna'
hang the yo cock tha hammas'
or forever in life you'll a pampa'

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

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

I connive mo drive ta multiply chedda'
I can see the without the tella'
cock back the raw rap or release the
suckas a jaw-jap but i looked it
I get describe it graphic
practice the graph till im it backwards
spit it a passion one in the same
then i the masta and study the game

Ok, i hit the night sky 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 crimes can ya crack the case
a bat outta hell i start the race
scars on my face detect the
get a scale fo the rhyme when i the weight.