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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Bobble Heads

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[Verse 1: Black C] Call me a psycho cus I just might go Shoot up ya block cus you’re walkin' on a tight-rope Plus I'm off that nitro, yea that’s that loud pack We don’t smoke bammer so its best that you fall back San Francisco ball cat, you’re fuckin with a Giant Ya niggas say ya real but the real is ya lyin [?] is what I don’t do, real is what I live by Fuck whatcha goin' through if you're tryna (tempt[?]) mine Im tryna get mine ballin fuck getting by You suckas hatin' cus you fallin' like a zipline While I sip wine with a thick bitch with thick thighs Small waist pretty face, tryna get high She said she like real niggas, no farce But you’re bitchmade actin worse than these broads Goin' through they menstral, all up in ya mental Just like a bitch ya keep dick up in ya dental Damn [Hook - Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail [Verse 2: Black C] You can hip, hop on the muthafuckin' jock I'm an RBL nigga getting money 'round the clock And these bitches don’t stop when it comes to this black nigga In the Bay, I'm a legendary rap figure Plus a cap pealer, homie thats a fat nigga You're not loyal to the soil you's a rat nigga And I'm a real one, the last of a dying breed I'm off kush muhfuckah you smoke bammer weed I fuck with top notch bitches in that Prada wear You fuck with low budget bitches with them bobble heads Yea, you niggas strictly sickly For real, you niggas can't get with me And you can believe it or not like Ripleys Ya boy been an underground king like Pimp C Or like Mac Dre, or like Mr. C I go hard on a bitch, no sympathy [Hook: Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] You say oh god cus im givin' you hell Leather jacket, adidas with them shells You can miss me like a stray bullet Gary Coleman on ya ass with a new Qillis Sheeit, God-Khan but I’m still a capo I let the weed hit me while Jimi Hendrix sang Sand Castles I dip through the big pineapple And if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample [Hook: Andre Nickatina] It’s the God Khan version, Magic, Ervin All them suckas is crashin', burnin' Money, gone, lookin all old Look at my poker face, I’ll never fold Cock, reload, sellout shows Mouse rangs and all thangs , pull out ya gold Don’t tell me about it homie, pull out ya hoes Hammer up like Stan Burrell on bail

We Kept It Ghetto

Dayton Family "Dope House"
*piano intro* Bitch made niggas run for cover, killing mothers and kids. I hold a town down just like ??? did. I know my Real G feinding for some ganger shit. niggas catching hot ones to the neck, with legs split. i would of been a millionare stayed on it. wearing the kevlar with the dayton family sprayed on it. my picture perfect positon got me moving strategic Im stuck inside a blow house, and still refusing to leave it. now i was a born loser, know drug abuser. dayton ave affilate, shooting at cop cruisers. im to light to fight and im to thin to win, that what i keep a 40 caliber to give you niggas 10. so beef you better get it dont forget i said it i got the shit for prices premium un leaded 4 4 natural petrol lyrical matches striking making the whole club blow everytime i enter a room, niggas assume that these stank ass hoes is leaving soon Fucking with loaded dice got the ship as dope prices. we dealing with boat loads dont try to miami-vice us Im boot-zilla im living so foul fucking it with bad bitches from flint to belle isle. white hoes, black bitches, africans, koreans, shoe-zilla tell him how we see it we keep it ghetto ghetto Life its the life, if its gotta be like that, then let it. if you wanna live my life then come get it. stop spreading lies, it aint right. you can't live my life so forget it cause we always keep it ghetto for you Nigga im a rider. Poison like a spider, cut you like a gider. to you outsiders. killer when you meet me. bitch, don't you upset me nigga gettin their necks broke. im choking them till they cant see. sho-strings out for jacking ya. rip shit up and smacking ya. i creep from back of ya. and started tackeling ya. Murder man, murder game. bitch im going through a thang' im offering pounds and booty off for key and canes dayton boys get back at ya. tasting blood like dracula. Emaculate, emacuala, spectacular. you dont know my game is, mother nigga famous now where my aim is. blew of his anus no time of okey-does cought you nigga having strohs.snitching on killers in my line of work we kill them slow. hit man for hire, aint nobody flyer. cought up in the webs of murder walking through fire im back home its back on i bet you got your crack on. your mack on,your scrach on. you prolly got your rap on. my mellow my fellow. the bitches saying hello. no wmater what you do Dayton gonna keep it ghetto. ghetto life its the life its its got to be like that then let it if you wanna live my life come get it. stop spreading lies, it aint right. you cant live my life so forget it cause we always keep it ghetto for you

Look Into My Eyes

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "The Art Of War"
Krayzie: We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, and ready to bring the war if you hate, if you hate. Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Could you tell me what you see? Bizzy: Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas? Fuck y'all, with a gang of bodyguards, my niggas is stone cold killas, peelas, dippin' out the limos and bitch, y'all just maintain, givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'. My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love, and the Biz follow all of my senses, pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus sent me his roll and (?) soul but load a revolver, hold up, now, buck 'em all to Hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em. And I seen that the bulletholes was too much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out. The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up. Hold up, and wait a minute. It's time for Bone Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga. Krayzie: Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Could you tell me what you see? Krayzie: What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original? What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin' years ago. And that's just like a nigga wanna take all the credit. I bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, and don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy. And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that, but a y'all fin to get stomped. Let 'em loose. And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh. Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way--fully automatic when we let 'em lay. Aw shit! Get down, Leatherface. Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect. Come on, now, put them to rest. What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress. I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me. It's all in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we speak [speak, speak]. Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Could you tell me what you see? Layzie: All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most. I toast to them thugs. Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table. And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud. Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone, five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga, and it's war when you craft these Bones. We can get it on, and I'm referrin' to all of y'all bitches. Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that. Rollin' with the E since ninety-three, shuttin' shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes, but we chosen. God done blessed us with His potion, pure devotion, freely spoken, baby. Niggas can't see us never, stay together, my click too clever, ridin' through the days of the stormy weather, remember: eternal, it means forever lastin'. #1 Assassin blastin'. Bashin' on all you niggas's what I'm doin'. All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come . We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong. Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Could you tell me what you see? Wish: I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go, true to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river, we the killas, and that's for sure. Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine, and when I see you, bitch, I'm goin' in your pockets double-time, and it's like that, you don't want that. Come and get some pap, pap. Wanna sound like-- Wanna be like-- Nigga, we can't have that. Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps. Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' outta nothin'. Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down. Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, I'm glad, 'cause when you're fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a bodybag. Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug puttin' it down with harmony, harmony. Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me. Could you tell me what you see?

It Ain't My Fault

SILKK THE SHOCKER "Charge It 2 Da Game"
(feat. Mystikal) [Intro: Silkk, Mystikal] [Chorus: Silkk, Mystikal] We can't stop now bitch!!! We can't stop, and you can't stop us, so bitch don't try. We TRU soldiers, we don't die, we don't die, we don't die. [2X] [1st Verse: Mystikal] I'm bout my paper, my paper, important people on my pager. I might not drink Alize', but I'll smoke you under the table. Don't make me peel your potato, don't make the devil your neighbor. I MIGHT NOT BE NOTHING TO YOU, BUT I'M THE SHIT ON THIS LABEL!!! Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say, but five up in the morning, see me on the billboards y'all gonna keep it that way. Hold on as tight as you can, whatever you do, don't loosen your grip, not only are they anticipating your every move they're waiting for you to slip!!! But like I told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe, I'm not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthafuckin' jail stripes. Been Bout It from the start nigga, we raw nigga, you don't wanna, go to, war nigga. We superstar niggas, you know who we are niggas. From poverty in the projects, to livin' large niggas. It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got, we soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!! [Chorus] [2nd Verse: Silkk The Shocker] Nigga wanna START SHIT, that they know they can't finish. By far niggas wanna go to war, but they know when they ain't winning. Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line, Been Bout It, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme. No Limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign, y'all wanna play, but I guarantee that you won't play, a second time. Sometime I'm in camoflauge and sometime I'm in all black, y'all wanna go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!! Fuck it, pop it, don't stop it, cuz I drop, by no means, look, bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans. Nigga what Pistols we all got, sometimes it's all glocks, keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked. Went from a, small knot to a tall knot, nigga please, I got all the G's for breakin' these Ki's down to all rocks. Blow up the spot till it's all hot, surround the world together cuz y'all not, nigga we ain't gon stop jus cuz y'all stop then it's our props. If you wanna get it started, then let's started, but let's do it right, but if you wanna get started, get started, let's do it TONIGHT!!! Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk. [Chorus (2X)]

Murdergram

DMX "The Great Depression"
[Jay-Z:] Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious What you think is gonna happen with three of the illest niggas together Street music and so fourth on one track,huh Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark Cause whether your for or against this When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows The weapons I possess they not for show And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash Or be one shot ass J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you Why would you fuck with me Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal And promise you only one thing, to not miss you Jahova know the god that served ya Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda [Ja:] Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights You shot twice god bless to this the night That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life And you dead right be in hell looking for ice Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock Flow semi-hot handling me your not Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this Rather beat your dick or your bitch My flow be the sick shit, pray again Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright I let the world know I shine like ice I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand Spin in barrel and put it to your head Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further Fuckin with I N C is Murda [DMX:] I'm a crudy nigga, goin raw-dogin dirty bitches And if I give birth I'm giving that shit to thirty bitches You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit You can't understand why a man would have to take shit Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!!! URRUURRRR..... Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast A fucking snake in the truest form Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty Cause you don't need that shorty you don't know what to do with that shorty You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor Another 24, What you want, Money, More!! Them niggas did it raw, with no condom You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster But they don't and you can't so don't think about after Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin cause you gonna die like a sucker Murder Motherfucker!!! Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..

Back Up

DA BRAT "Unrestricted"
[Da Brat] (JD) This a test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh This ain't no test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh It's the real shit (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh Yeah (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh-oh (bounce) [Da Brat] (JD) If you can feel it in your back (Baby) It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby) In the corner passing blunts, sippin' Yack (Baby) And if you must play the game Then gamble the stake's raised Take baby to Vegas I need the paper My flesh burnin' Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin' I'm an international playa, close observation The best policy is to stay in y'all faces The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy None of it's worth repeatin' If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it I'mma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down Spit illicit, unrestricted game, I'm independent Open the door to the bank but g's spent this 1 - If you out here doing things You're a honey getting money Playin' all of these fellas like dummies Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell them they better back up) (Playa, playa back up) If you out here doing things (Doin' doin' thangs) You're a playa getting money Spending none on none of these hoes Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell 'em they better back up) (Shorty, shorty back up) [Ja Rule] For the first time I can see my lifeline And you're ahead of me Thank God hard to imagine me But Lord why me? I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me? Been through lesbianage, menage et tois Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough If you livin' it, my life You live it as limited Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate I'll die in it As long as I keep my guns burn And Brat pushin' the Verge And the crack isn't German Listen Ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind We supply the pressure (Baby!) Shit it'll never end try to get out But baby you're locked in My world sip Hen and suffer from sin I'm sickening like Heroin Ja Rule the veteran, true with you But baby girl if you Repeat 1 [Da Brat] A girl like me need a lot So I proceed to plot And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that I got Shine on y'all light up the whole block I'm causing on Ja [Ja Rule] Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot Coming with game, what'chu got It's murda, if you don't get shot I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas Fuck y'all bitches [Da Brat] Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy Be disrespectful and get no more nookie Most of these hoes check y'all cause niggas ain't shit [Ja Rule] Y'all dismissed and y'all know Bitches ain't shit But live with it if the dick don't fit [Da Brat] Get it or quit it And acquaint Shaunte with your money I gotta get it Repeat 1 till end w/ Da Brat ad-libs [Da Brat] All I'm saying is do thangs Ya know what I'm saying Make the right moves Ya know what I'm saying Man, woman, boy, or girl Pimp, prostitute, he-heh Do thangs to get that loot Ya know what I'm saying Tell 'em to back up Cause it's the Da Brat So, So

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