ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

The Al Capone Suite

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It's the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness. sometimes I hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this, say dead like a battery hit'em off with flatery, I don't do it for the cherity, I have to rap for the veraty, she said yea mother fucker, let's do it on a saturday, toss the bu cape, grab the mo__ jump in the caddy in we went our way We up n the dope for the next studio droping the rap and we skat to the show tramendious track with the doe we blow, some hate that don't even know me though. we stuff the philly, what's the realli, and we come back easy Ease I'm high as a mother fucker, probly dies as a motherfucker, get tried as a motherfucker, get fried as a motherfucker, but don't let that be ther reason why motherfucker, hardly ber__ far, do it at the bar but don't take it to far, some man, got leaneant, foo they got the ingrediants, fuck be a nigga that's seening it, when you wanna be a nigga that's being it, word. Put it on a hard way, and by the way like a B n an ash trey, gotta hit'em like a rickashay, and when the temp-T parley, and I know cut-throats like scarface, don't hit'em up put'em down on the contract, make your ass a little too hard to contact Lord lullibuy, king nicky, gettin gone, yea. off that sticky, it see a copy, they say they wanna get me, but I got a body gard like wittney

Who Got The Fire

Fiend "There's One in Every Family"
[Master P] Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on? [Chorus:] [All] (Fiend) [Who got that fire?] [Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?] (I wanna know) [Who got that fire?] [Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?] (I wanna know) [Who got that fire?] [Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?] (No Limit wanna know) [I said smoke it] [Who got that fire?] [Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?] [Fiend] Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I The keeper of the reaper Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal Pull over, I'm takin pullas Fucked up, can't ya tell? Take a smell, let me whiff that Since God goes, you gone Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds It's something by (?) Got a story to tell Which is, the life of the baddest Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin Only the green stickin, for the record [Chorus:] [All] (Fiend) [I'm a smoker] [Who got that fire?] [Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?] (Fiend wanna know) [Who got that fire?] [Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?] (Snoop wanna know) [Who got that fire?] [Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?] (Fiend wanna know) [I said, who got that fire?] [Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?] [Snoop Dogg] Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime But times done change, now I'm havin mines And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet For tryin to sell me bullshit You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town Now, I'm a smoker Now you know what that mean? Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town Somebody always approach me talkin bout I got the chronic, We got the chronic. Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?

Climbing The Stairs

Conflict
Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in misery The start of the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the place to be First, I see visions of insane men unaware on the Stairs, caught by the same gang Pure hatred on young and aged faces there's one, two, three, but they ain't leaving traces As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path. I try to respond, But this just raises a laugh A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place I'm pulling hard on the tair rail, but this ain't my Night my shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with Skull I fight back so hard, but the blades take their Toll so many shots on target, on the floor curled up Tight the crazed just won't stop, Is this finally goodnight? Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives. I'm losing all, all track of time I feel the pain of a real life crime Boy they roar, let's open up his head Hey you;see how far you've pushed this I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs I shout Hey, what am I getting this for?, I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door . But the baton rains down, the boots pile in Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep The baton rains down, the boots pile in I feel a strange peacefulness building up within The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red I feel total release, I think I must be dead Back alive in the shadow of a dead man I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails Instead I grab the hand of the father I see a face, it's the face of mother There's someone else, It's the mother of my mother Whose strong man is helping me Climb up the stairs from the misery climb and climb, The stairs from the misery climbing the stairs For the unaware? To see

Conflict

Conflict "It's Time To See Who's Who Now"
Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in misery The start of the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the place to be First, I see visions of insane men unaware on the Stairs, caught by the same gang Pure hatred on young and aged faces there's one, two, three, but they ain't leaving traces As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path. I try to respond, But this just raises a laugh A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place I'm pulling hard on the tair rail, but this ain't my Night my shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with Skull I fight back so hard, but the blades take their Toll so many shots on target, on the floor curled up Tight the crazed just won't stop, Is this finally goodnight? Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives. I'm losing all, all track of time I feel the pain of a real life crime Boy they roar, let's open up his head Hey you;see how far you've pushed this I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs I shout Hey, what am I getting this for?, I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door . But the baton rains down, the boots pile in Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep The baton rains down, the boots pile in I feel a strange peacefulness building up within The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red I feel total release, I think I must be dead Back alive in the shadow of a dead man I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails Instead I grab the hand of the father I see a face, it's the face of mother There's someone else, It's the mother of my mother Whose strong man is helping me Climb up the stairs from the misery climb and climb, The stairs from the misery climbing the stairs For the unaware? To see

Eternal Yard Dash

PASTOR TROY "We Ready, I Declare War"
Come on cuz, we almost there We almost there cuz Goddamn, where the finish line Fuck this shit, I need some chees And I need the cookie and the nestle If I have to kill then God bless me All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending Nobody knew what I was going through All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust Myself nigga, damn this shit Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich I can't take it, the shit to thick And it ain't my fault So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right I'm a kill my damn self the night I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight It ain't like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart But it's a race, and I got a bad heart Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing [x8] So I'm gonna kill myself A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do When I knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch I'm still in the mood for cocaine The only thing I see when a nigga look Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder if it really don't matter What the fuck you been through If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga I'm here to tell ya' Motherfuckers gonna hate you Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfucking 22. far away I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday [hook] This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost Fuck this shit, take me to the boss Do you understand the cost, ever paid In order for me to be here tonight Nigga whats up, something ain't right Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light Feeling like an angel when I take flight Shit, as I try I'm on the damn mic All my is out of damn sight Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight Nigga I ain't Mike I'm Michael Think I'm in the wrong spot Not only do I have on black, its too hot But why my K motherfucker ain't shot I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I'm talking to you Slap the clip in the tech 22. Let the shit fly Now I got a clue, where the fuck I'm at Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood Looking at me smilin', asking me what I got cuts, but cuts got down shit I can't tell Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living inhaling hell

How Not To Get Jerked

Boogie Down Productions "Sex and Violence"
And now, a word from our sponsor.. [KRS-One] Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this Like givin information to the ones that are new to this You wanna make a record and get into the business? Here's a little plan from a six-year witness First you gotta understand the music game It's not about fame, it's about a rich name and who you're down with, and who you clown with But most of all, you got to have a gift ( it's like that ) Either music or the fresh lyrics or a vibe; people like to buy your spirit Everybody knows KRS-One is dope To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah! There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel But if you don't have a lawyer you're a GONER Don't even think about chillin in a sauna You need a lawyer, and a good manager Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how not to get jerked when you do hard work! It's like that y'all *16X* One, two, three, WHOO! [KRS-One] Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it Many MC's reached the top and then BLEW it You say, I knew it, that last jam was wack Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw cause, you're not hardcore! What makes a jam isn't luck or fate It's writin the jams that the people can relate to Or else they'll HATE you The public will mark you down as a fake crew You don't need allathat Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start But a lot of MC's want girls and wanna live on top of the world In the jam they wanna flirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work! It's like that y'all *16X* [KRS-One] Now understand, rap is rebellious music Therefore, only the rebel should use it But pop artists abuse it When the audience hears real rap, they boo it See rap music is a culture And everyone outside that culture is a vulture The vulture makes money on the culture Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya But you're either usin rap like the devil or you're pushin rap to another level So don't wait for your company's promotions staff Promote yourself with your own cash! But this might mean you can't buy gold You might have to put that on hold Cause if the artist falls, they diss him! But if the company falls, the artist falls with them! This ain't about a tight skirt Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!

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