ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Raven In My Eyes

Crack Raider Razor

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Thats the beat Mics get hit from bullet flavor I spit Change the clips and also leave this shit I be high as fuck when these MCs come But from dawn to dusk I man breaks 'em up Like booyow whatcha do now I can hear them freaks sayin mechow From head to head Dread to dread Lead to lead Spread to spread Niggaz be trippin' when the indos gone Niggaz be trippin' when they womans gone Niggaz be trippin' when they moneys gone Thats why I'm rapping on the microphone Razor Sharp......Crack Raider Time to build my juice back up Like the curl of a banger in the Compton cuts How many MCs do I have to kill Before I get to the top of the hill Camoflouge dodge and Pittsburg Black Doing shows at Alamodes where the niggaz be at We spending food stamps Avoid them tramps A van full of beat with the Kenwood amps Focus like a camera keep your eyes on the birdie Legit as I can get but I still roll dirty Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider A tiga like me can't hit the block Sucka MCs are like microphone cops Jumped in the game for the do or die Hit the microphone stand and got Kentucky Fried Recognize baby that'll go for broke Livin in the City where its only on coke Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp Going about niiinneettyy On the freeway choking Ain't no mystery to the weed we smokin' Andre Nickatina says show me some snaps And Andre Nickatina will surely rap I hate to be a whore but the World's a pimp I'm trying to tell my niggaz man don't y'all simp Coming like a Mack Truck miss me if ya foul skunk Represent the blunt when you get tossed up Microphone flow like the Caddy at Ritz At 9AM man the contact hits Cocaine beats in stereo thinkin every car behind man is 5-0 Keepin all my rhymes on a computer chip The Sugarhill Gang got me doing this Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider Sharp Sharp Thats the beat Saturday My nigga Mike Mike The time is 3:27 AM I'm duckin off Sun Duck Ki

Squalie

JUELZ SANTANA "From Me To U"
Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on) Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke! [Juelz Santana] now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and Hampton make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, shit bitch you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometime I cant belive my niggaz still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz [Hook] this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my homies on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! for all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie [Juelz] Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like fuck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! no more gettin searched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me this the theme song homie fuck the police! we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! [Hook] [J.R. Writer] Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day, stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass cooked more caine, push off dames while you dumb niggaz stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game!

Celebration

JAY-Z
[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

Represent

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
[Ja Rule] I represent Gangsta Shit Niggaz that spent time on the brick for keys on the strip Loadin my clips, givin ass niggaz the shits Life's a bitch, gotta murda to get rich And infamous, that's when the game gets deep Gotta re-up, cop heat and hit the streets Now the feds is buggin me, D.T. straight fucking me The whole operation shook, bitches ain't loving me No more, see, I gotta make a switch Should I lay low or run wild and stick shit Ran up a team, that's striclty dedicated to cream It's time to go outta town and wash niggaz clean For everything they got, leave nothing to spare But the shells on the ground when that ass is shot And once again it's hot, but this time there's a snitch Thought he was dead when he got hit in state Mich. Turn states to evidence, we on the run Reprisentin all illegal drugs and guns [Chorus] Where all my gangsta niggaz at Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz [Verse2] This fuckin life's got me feeling like a lefty It's aight, I'll go hard, make sure this world don't forget me It's like my game's virtual, based on reality I'm speeding like a bullet at high velocity You think you stopping me, I think not Ain't too many who known to do it properly I'm likely to get so high like Tony be, toasted bein free And trip out occasionaly, you know Cause it ain't nothing for me to touch you But for you to touch Ja, yet to been proved, I'm still breathing Current age, those dopes wanna live, gotta get paid to do so The average mind can't elevate and grow, calculate the dough Analyze and invest where it's profitable, marketable Billboards hot shot debut Ja Rule Unstopable [Chorus] Where all my gangsta niggaz at Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz [Verse3] Fear, that is my logic, the suit's made a composite sketch of this object Blazing throught the projects, E.S. Lex coach edit, new shit Got a nice connect, 12, five the brick, Heading o.t. With this chick who like to slay, drink baby, snort coke and weed Half Trinidadian and Vietnamese She made a habit of calling a nigga daddy Would die for me gladly, feloniously, I taught her well Took her heavenly body and showed it hell I made a lot of dought with her, she was my top nigga Knew the rules to the game but painted her own picture She wanted everything black and white Never paying attention to the gray areas in life Stayed up half the night, wondering is my dough all right Is she high on the job, or maybe she's getting robbed Quick picked up the mac milli, ready to get involved Cause my .44 revolves around this Fucking with Black Gang, all you get is hot lead Muthafuckaz, cause you know that shit [Chorus] Where all my gangsta niggaz at Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Live It Where all my gangsta niggaz at Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz....

A Storm Of Swords

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a desert bird please, niggaz, where the curb lay Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang You the man, fame, here's my man frame, champagne Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig On an open mic, growl follows, space over night Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes (High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge [Chorus x2: Planetary, Vinnie Paz] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down [Vinnie Paz] This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make I hate all, hate law and hate jake I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake Cuz everybody bitin' the gods, a day late I maintain, handle beef Islamly Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army It take a shack and metal tank to harm me Come on b, why you trynna to build Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed I'm like a demon outta Amityville I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop And put you in the figure-four leglock And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down [Chorus x2] [Planetary (Vinnie Paz)] Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit) Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip) The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit) Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip) The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain) We hittin' the vain (cuz of y'all spittin' the same) We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain) We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain) The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids) And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz (We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs) We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge) We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all) It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl) If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw [Chorus x2]

Certified Gangstas (YouTube Remix)

JIM JONES
[Eazy-E:] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Verse 1: The Game.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider See police, slow the ride up You see squally nigga Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!) To see my niggaz(gangsta!) that bang up In the middle of the 'jects(Foster!), while the pitchin' raw caine(gettin it!) G'd up posted tough on the turf(uh huh) Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt(we keep it gully!) Compton, see the blockers they bangin'(G's up!) My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin'(in the dope house!) Houston, the purple potion I sip(Texas) While I'm screwin' up my music in a roaster with Flip(Clover Geeees!) NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!) You know I'm Peter Gotti, we the niggaz with power(DIP-SET!) As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE"(G's up!) All the time as I replied(come on!) [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kil in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 3: Cam'ron] We put the lazers on glocks(glock) Razor or ox(ox) As I lay in the drop(drop) Pump the base on the poc(kets) Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock(head) I keep the Luger hugged Show you how to use a snub Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug(you) I don't do the drugs(nah), baby I move the drugs(yes) Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love(computer love) Duck the cop-capers(capers) and the top haters(haters) Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators(what's that!?) Not dead, I said they alive(live) Lions(lions), tigers(what), bears, oh my(oh my) Its a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food(food) 9 bitches, 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the .64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Outro: Jim Jones] We ride in that Eastside We roll up while we ride We ride in that Eastside Please roll up that weed high...

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