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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics

Lyrical Lullaby

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[Savage-C:] A whole defensive line couldn't stop my rhymes, I leave tricks flatlined with columbine lines And crack spines, I leave mics numb with morphine, Your team could step and get blazed like nicotine, Burned like gasoline in the tank of my beam, Sunk like submarines while I fuck a marine, I'm A Team, about to blow up like caroseen, My flows is hittin like a pipe with no smokescreen More lines than magazines, droppin verses like fumbles ... I turnbuckles in lyrical royal rumbles While you bitches stumble, we shake em like runnin backs Kickin up more dust than Carl Lewis runnin track My flash then Kodak, kickin lip when I'm pimpin, Bustas could'ntsee me with mothafuckin restrictions I pop the clip in for suckas who start friction To keep you bustas movin like this was an eviction [Andre Nickatina:] I'm from "don't five a fuck dot com" I spit these raps like two gats plus the holy Qur'an It's essential I bust like a block monsta, Duck low from the blaze of this helicopta Like Agatha Christie, you're dyin a mystery, Because these streets are real, seriously Buggs Bunny mothafuck you know who I am, Rap gun slanger yo Simity Sam Yo, spicy like Cajun rice, cold as ice You rev like the Dodge Daytona with the pipes My empires strikes back for tigas and Jedis Lyrics that kill rhymes, 2 to the 4 5 My soul is the soul of a replicon, Decepticon, and you ain't even met Shere Khan Cause I'll bounce you like a Polo stick off a brick, Then lose you in the smoke of the cannabis Yo, the popeye crooked eye, strapped with a alibi The only MC to shoot you a lullaby Darth Vader force, of course, round the neck MC slugs, of course, round the chest This is how we blaze for Jah, rock your Kah And tell those freaks to, yeah, drop your brah The pisces killa whale is like a diary And I'm a boss at what I do, you can't fire me [Savage-C:] I grab the mic and spit flows til I decompose, I been screamin "fuck the hos" since I was an embryo And fuck the radio, I'm stayn strictly underground And, Fuck a trick, I wouldn't save a bitch if she was drownin 2 10s poundin in my 325 Rippin 10 times 65, combined with 4 and 5 Comin straight from the west like a south paw crackin jaws, A player with a bigger sack than Santa Claus My shits raw, that's why I'm bout ta blow like land mines Equipped with more lines than the New York Times My rhymes is dope like a syringe of heroin Cause I got my shit together like Siamese twins You fake like a mannequin, your flows ain't tight Bitch ass MC's could'ntsee me in daylight And this collaboration, is for a classic compilation, 5-0s hatin, I'm hittin fences like immigration

Picture This

Snoop Doggy Dog "Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told"
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches) Uhmm, this is some player shit right here Holler at my home girl on this one, Mia Moma Mia, Have you seen her (seen her) Yah, real G's shit. Tell me Moma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg) Bitches wanna be her Motherfuckers can't see her Give it up for Moma Mia [Mia X] What chew you want to do nigga, is fine with me Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies Moving keys for your needs, from state to state I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in it Now, we can do this like intelligent folk But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength [Snoop Dogg] Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch You a fall girl, go get it all girl You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm All on the same note, until that bitch is broke Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though There ain't no limit to what she does On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus Ghetto love, and every thug need a little All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle No backbone is back on to get yah Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch

Get The Fuck Back

LUDACRIS "Word Of Mouf"
[intro I-20] What the fuck's up! DTP in this mother fucker And for all ya'll that don't like it Do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch (shooting and screaming in the background) Chorus [Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [I-20] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee [Ludacris] I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass [Fate] I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark One's through his vest, one's through his chest Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh Chorus [Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Shawna] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shaw make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murda whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga [Ludacris] We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles Right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto Is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas [I-20] All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer Chorus [Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Fate] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary [Ludacris] These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off [Shawna] I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray Chorus [Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Shawna] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Repeat 2x [1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

Intro

LL COOL J "G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)"
[LL Cool J] Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant I put it down from the gutter to the tenement It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough Y'knawmean We get down, we get down baby Check this shit out right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I came slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin' my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name the Greatest Of All Times Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch Back in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...

That Nigga Ain't Shit!

MYSTIKAL "Mind Of Mystikal"
Nigga you ain't shit I woke up this morning dick rock hard Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord! Dick harder then a armadello So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow Flush the toilet, washed my hands Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and down my pants I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did) and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar I still smelled like last night's fuck So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole Foggin up the mirrors, all my fuckin clothes Ain't that a bitch, i'm already runnin late Thinkin I ain't got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i'll wear that Polo though Girbauds and Polo socks Slipped on the Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the shit Everything was in place Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up bitch I just fucked that stankin slut Thats the thought for the day I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways Now i'm back on my mission But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen Cause all the is gettin bigger Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry) dawg, hungrier than three niggas Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though Fuck it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo And now the stomachs at ease I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the , and the keys And now i'm ready for the street Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga) Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp So if you catch my in the club don't say shit Sweatin a nigga like Micheal Tyler don't pay bitch Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit [2x]

Get Back

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
[Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back, back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back *repeat both lines 3x* You better... [Proof] Doin a box of doctrine, on stompin oxygen ? ? wit fork to your optic lens Hittin wit a sudden force Leave your boy layin in the same puddle of blood as yours When I flood his porch Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub A double-deuce wit slugs, I'm Proof on drugs We'll turn you to a rapper that we used to love How you on medicine cabinet pills Grabbin the steel, leapin over buildings that haven't been built I'm not the best yet cuz I haven't been killed I'm laughin at you faggot-ass rappin for deals, you better [Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better... I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment He only gave me the fuckin gas for thirty minutes this mornin Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray Checked out the next day in a dress wit a sex change I'm havin a bad day My fuckin dad's gay, I hate fags, and I'm fuckin mad cuz I don't have AIDS All I want to do is die I tried suicide six times and couldn't even do it right Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs And had to be dragged back to rehab wit bloody kneecaps Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a chokeslam I swear to God, this 'Pac poster comes any closer I'm kickin this whole fuckin wall over Two more shots and it's all over I'm all over this wall, tryin not to fall over [Bizarre] BLOAW BLOAW! Shots in broad day (BIZARRE, THAT'S YOUR MOM!) The bitch shouldn't have been in the way Me, Shady and Mike fuckin a hemaphrodite My little sister was a virgin till late last night High off a kite off of stick of sherm Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns A unibomber tryin to escape this country Tell O.J. he better be comin up wit my money Bizarre goes commerical? Nigga, you can forget it B-- suck my *dick* that is the radio edit I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes Battle me, you better go eat your vegetables I'm iller than a Muslim eatin a pork hotdog in African festival This shit is serious, watch me sniff 'cane Avoid the pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained [Eminem] Get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back *repeat both lines 5x* You better get the FUCK back 'Get back' *cut up and repeated*

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