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Nickatina
i can see my reflection in my sons
and when i see i know the lord cried when jesus died
im not a saint i spred my wings like a
i the boys to come get me like a matador
i richochet like the bullets in a car
im located at the bar the drugs are
i pack the house i pack the all the gods no fat
we like
politican on the badge i raps
i my hair like god
then hit up the city bumpin tod
then up
we let the blow up
and the money up
and not up
you what

you a duck im a dime p game runna
smooth as i spit milk and make butter
a cold heart rhyme pace mind lovark
you keep hustlin but go so far
i dont even think hurt a pimps blood
cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club
i stake money and study and play day and
if ima be in the game then ima it right
we chops it up thizzin backwoods
let the hoe choose it she got the game
touchdown ima inzone
any i arrive ima frisco mac
cant roll hash the gift got my bank fat
i the square beez she a castro fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe
tru to the shit that i spit and stoppin

-Andre
the street gamble 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 hema man
im not an roll student if thats 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 come and 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 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 in the numba 2 pencil
it sounds like a bird the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat fish hunter it right down the middle
4 triple ricky keep runnin
'cause know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin