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

you a cold duck im a dime p game
smooth as silk i spit and make butter
a cold rhyme pace mind state lovark
you hustlin hard but go so far
i dont even think they hurt a blood
they cut deals wit bitches up in the club
i stake money and and play day and night
if ima be in the then ima play it right
we it up while thizzin backwoods
let the hoe choose it she got the game
ima inzone dance
any town i ima frisco mac
cant hash the gift got my bank rolled fat
i leave the square beez she a fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe
tru to the shit that i spit and stoppin

Nickatina
the gamble make you travel
and we can do it the pineapple
all the way down to the big
i swang back and forth like a link
my homie came to court hema mink man
im not an honor roll student if wut you tellin me
do you try to leave 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 bumpin playboy tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a winter and a mongoose react
and back
i laps in the river i lust
no life gaurd watchin when i splash and fuss
i my soul in the numba 2 pencil
it like a bird when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat fish hunter throw it right the middle
crackin 4 triple keep runnin
'cause everybody when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin