ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - These R The Tales

One Ticket Please

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[Verse 1] It's only mandatory The rap game ain't never bore me MC's they try to fore me Motherfuckers is mostly glory I hit 'em with venom Let the venom hit 'em Wait 'till the venom hit 'em King cobra, straight dola Ticky ticky time bomb It's just like napon I chill with player's and rap god's and shere khan's Man first I rev 'em up Smear 'em up And then I tear 'em up Catch 'em slippin' While cookin porkchops in the kitchen [Hook] This game is so cold and man you cant tell It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell There ain't no O.R. and man there ain't no bail It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell [Verse 2] It's so symplistic Hot of god look on the gifted Nigga here's your ticket Come on in better hide your biscuit Mind full of doja Freaks they wanna know ya Cops pull you over With a angel on your shoulder Hey, shit, you better stop bitch You want some paper bitch You better pull a caper bitch It's just like trinity Double glock scared of that enemy Fifteens a penalty Make you step back for infinity Get your dough homie Perfect you shoe homie And when you roll homie Then get your dough homie [Hook] [Verse 3] They call me Nicky Half ounce of that sticky Freak said she wanna get with me Back up bitch It's like tiger prawns and caviar Doin 110 in a foreign car Keep your mackin up the par Keep your stackin up the par Yo! it's just like livin' it up Yo! it's just like givin' it up Yo! it's just like tippin' it up, flippin' it up Crippin' it up, rippin' it up Yo! [Hook x2] Please

Nobody Make A Sound

Mac "Shell Shocked"
[2-4-1 talking] Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this bitch You know what I'm saying? And if any of you motherfuckers move Y'all gon get your fuckin heads blown off Ya heard me? [Mac] Alright, nobody move, nobody die If you thinkin about breathin, then I'ma open fire Tonight everybody's gonna die tonight Mr. Magic, you pat em down 2-4-1 y'all duct tape em And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate em Startin with you and you, cuz I told y'all not to breathe Now I want the rest of y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleed Throw down your rollies, your Gucci's, your 'Sace's And your new Jays, and your cellphones And anything else that cost over a hundred bones [Magic] Alright, I'ma pat everybody down So keep your heads to the floor Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door I'm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk I'm bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk They call me Magic cuz I'm known for makin my victims disappear Fear? Naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here [Chorus - Mac] X 2 Now everybody lay it down Nobody make a sound I got fifty fuckin rounds [2-4-1] Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha 2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the triggers We gotta be bad, you better get ready We're gonna do your ass like Jason, or either like Freddy The time has come, the clock has ticked Man hold up, this is your last trick Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign Niggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin game [Fiend] Now what I got to get it done? The M-1, I borrowed from Big Ed My chopper got a spittin tongue And when it hums, it speaks ya to death I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I do You got what I want And either till you give it up, I'ma split ya up And don't think that I won't Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale To each one of y'all But that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it up Just be here with y'all What cha mean that nigga Fiend ain't got the gall? My nigga Mac gave the call Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all [Chorus] X 3 [Mac] I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?

What's The Word

LIL' KIM
Yo yo, ay yo, yo Think it's bout time that I heat y'all up Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up And y'all ain't stop me from burn y'all just don't learn [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin [Verse 1] And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory The one point game I fucked around and hit a three Swish!!!!! All fuckin net It's the fourth quarter your pourin down sweat Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget Since you came in this game are there any regrets? And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again Yo it's cold at the camp, but I'm in it till it's over Notorious soldier thought I told ya Niggas is pissin me off right now But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot Move work from your block to your block The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked Beanie told y'all but I got proof I speak the truth, everytime I step in the booth Uh! Pretty things is all that I mean Better listen to the words that she sings [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin [Verse 2] And now I could see why y'all all on me You need a hot remix you could call on me Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake We get it on in Brooklawn no lie Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!! We get it on in Brooklawn no lie Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!! Get money always but I ain't givin up rap Come on now, y'all should know me better than that I mean, this is somethin I'm a veteran at Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot Move work from your block to your block The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked I'm the shit I'm the bread winner Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner I give 'em a taste they just want more Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for [Chorus] (What's the word?) She goin for delf (What's the word?) She bout to reinvent herself (What's the word?) She reppin the hood (Yo what's the word?) Yeah the bitch look good [Outro] I'm the shit I'm the bread winner Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner I give 'em a taste they just want more Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin

Psycho Bitch

TECH N9NE
I want you to quit Calling me Calling me Following me Following me Why do you trip with me After you get through Swallowing me Never knew this Bianca Would explode Like this Now that I know this I must reload Gat clips How many ever met a Psycho bitch Down for the minute But a major twist Came With a bit of game Met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep The evil symptoms So you'll know When sexual activity happens And tears start to flow Time to go They come with a Big package in back Chest is twice that But the fatal attraction Will only get you Ice packs Better watch what you do When you sleep with a woman That's on the edge In your bed Cause you'll be resting In red Killa killa They'll find the number To your residence Non-hesitant Unprecedented Ain't no mystery To her steez She's demented I ain't never gonna get myself In another mix up With a psycho bitch Millimeter With a master plan So you won't be off in a ditch Like this Wild child Running wild Behind the smile Is a frown That'll make you lay it down Quickly She's shifty Killa strictly Outta come and get me From a rose To a three fifty-seven Three sixty Psycho bitch (HOOK 1) Never ever do it Down low With a psycho bitch Better never ever go out With a Psycho bitch Everybody better learn How to see a Psycho bitch Cause your bitch might be her (HOOK 2) What you gonna do when they Pop at you Gloc at you Fill ‘em with the venom Who the fuck Are we talking to psycho bitches, psycho bitches (Repeat 2x) (2nd Verse) I was holding her Hugging her Rubbing her Sucking her Kissing her Plugging her But she thought That I was Loving her All the loving was gone When she found out She was wrong Calling my Momma's house At three a.m. Quit playing on my phone They say this Psycho bitch Was made from us Psycho bitches Say they get nothing But hate from us Psycho bitches From the angelic to ravenous Psycho bitches Stay the fuck Away from us Psycho bitches She got my Gas cut off But I Don't know how She got my Phone cut off But I Don't know how Bitch even got my Lights cut off But I Don't know how Wish I knew back then What a Nigga know now crazy bitch Followed me to my Main thang's domain This dame Brings more pain Door chain Broke after the door rang Must be on cocaine Insane Yanks will mess up Your thang No brain bitches Will have you stressing Using Rogaine Didn't chill with her Deal with her N9na had to get Ill with her Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9NE So I had to hit her With a grill splitter Never do sex With a psycho Bianc Anybody with her Better pop your trunk Run better get a gun When the bitch come Better know She's a psycho killa Killa Hard When he hit that piece And then get her up And out With a dis Scarred When he knows That he's been up in the mix With a psycho bitch (Repeat 2x) (HOOK 1) Never ever do it Down low With a psycho bitch Better never ever go out With a Psycho bitch Everybody better learn How to see a Psycho bitch Cause your bitch might be her (HOOK 2) What you gonna do when they pop at you Gloc at you Fill “em with the venom Who the fuck Are we talking to (Repeat 2x) (3rd Verse) As the Smoke clears you wonder why this woman Packs the Most fear She keeps a broken heart And a three eighty Close near From me to you If you sense She's psychotic Better watch what you do What they do They say this Psycho bitch Was made from us psycho bitches Say they get nothing But hate from us psycho bitches From angelic to ravenous psycho bitches Stay the fuck Away from us psycho bitches

Echelon (It's My Way)

ANGEL HAZE "Dirty Gold"
[Verse 1] I'm in that new school, G5 wagon Color, Komodo Dragon My bitch look like she Jasmine My nigga look like Aladdin NKOTB, bitch All these bitches is has-beens I CPR'd the game And now all these bitches is gasping I be on that other Nigga, don't get me aggy I'm Mrs. Fatality Endings do not be happy These loser-ass bitches know I never gotta stunt Talk behind my back Cause they never in the front Bitch bow down Better give me what I want Feed me berries out in Paris While I'm counting my croissant These bitches is awful And me I spit that Gospel That lyrical, biblical, Holy Ghost, Pentecostal And bitch don't run up on me I give the fade to who want me And you don't want that shade You better off where it's sunny And I don't need no friends bitch I'm better off with my money Just alert the fucking masses Let 'em know that it's coming, like [Hook] (I was wearing it first) I'm on that "Fuck what you say It's my way" Fashion Week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Bitch, you know my money long Everybody sing this song (I'm not even concerned) I'm on that "Fuck what you say It's my way" Fashion Week, I'm out here slaying Dressed in, like, all the latest Killing these motherfuckers And shitting on all these haters [Verse 2] I'm in that new school, G5 wagon Color, Komodo Dragon Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion I'm in that new school, R8 Spyder I'm now known as messiah Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher I'm that brand new Murciélago On my way out to Cabo Riding beside a baddie that's never once left Toronto [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, I like to brag alone Fuck dudes in rag and bone Obsess over chicks who look like Mary-Kate & Ashley clones Helmut Lang & Philiph Lim Trashy bitch in classy clothes Pop that shit then pop them pills 'Til I feel like a fancy drone Never catch me at the club I get high and dance alone Bitch I'm on that boss shit On that upper echelon Y'all niggas know what kind of X I'm on Y'all bitches scared get your sweatshop on And I'm running everything with a motherfuckin' sprain Watching the rest of y'all get your rest stops on [Hook] [Outro] Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song Everybody sing this song

D.R.U.G.S

IGGY AZALEA
Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks When it really starts I’m a runaway slave-master Shittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastor After, basher, did like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture White bitch go, ’bout to blow like the wind Penthouse too roof top at the wind When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid ’em they good like shin Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call Just damagin’ that’s my protocol Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don’t care who you are No coming back gotta give it to you raw, Pitchfork point better pass me the joint Gotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my joint Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’ what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not Jiggy Don’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch Ruff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big, Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch Click-click pow drops game my click, Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen, Boss like Cowen? Hate me, Chordz 3D can’t see me, Packets better than a H3, I don’t see you like mace-me, ugh D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her Cuz I’m goin’ out with my hand raised ’Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave, On the bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man cave Ya act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun) Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’ Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest Unless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe game I’m best With my strap on, my vibrator, ’bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator Course no, I’ma feel myself, I’m a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me Now I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!

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