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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3

Soul Of A Coke Dealer

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[Andre Nickatina] You say you want it all You say forget the law And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw You gon' be like the ones in sky And for a sec I was bout to ask why But we was broke It's 83' with a street gleam And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin' And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty That niggaz mackin bitches makin money That shit ain't funny Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer And in my callin' I could see the scrilla Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try We had a lunch date, in 1988 And from your sad face, you said you caught a case But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good You movin' on thru the hood Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call And like paper I was ripped apart Because you know that my mother is my heart I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range Cuz these bitches be talkin shit I live by the crucifix Because of my pathways, party my last day Praise to the double glock I've smoken so much pot I don't know if I like it or not I got beef wit the Barry brothers They started hearin' my name up in the game And told the undercovers Yeah so here we go round and round The streets don't make a sound Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down And thats the mind state for all those niggaz Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us Don't make it hard for coke dealers Word life.. Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do? I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad He said Nicky man you know the street theory I can't let the competition near me I hate em' dearly I'm so out of control in my life Live by the sword and die by the knife My mother called to give her best The police picked up the phone started to laugh And said he's under arrest I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip You should have seen they face when I payed my bail It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell I made a call and I got a plot Cuz when it comes to this lawyer He wants the money man there ain't no disguise And these bitches with these cold hearts Man they be tellin' they friends That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then My misery is legendary And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary I'm in the fast lane with no brakes And when it comes to this money I need a bakery to cook these cakes Man I'm goin to hell Or I'm a die in jail Or these bullets gon' rain And I'm gonna get nailed Cut cut cut me down Nicky It make me wanna shiver The lost soul of a coke dealer Word life.. The lost soul of a coke dealer Word life... [x2]

Who Ya Rollin Wit

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: Method Man] Uh... what's really good? Yo, yo, yo.. [Method Man] It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical Any mission possible, do what I gots to do Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you You think you know, but you have no idea The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear? Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in shit was good luck? I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms Now that we know, when will the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square [Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah) [Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)] Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!) [Streetlife] M-E-T, H-O-D.. [Method Man] Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice Then let these darts take a stab at it Niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich [Chorus] [Hook 2X w/o 'fire' the second time] [Interlude: Method Man] Yeah, ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game Until it starts again, let's do it, haha! [Method Man] Six minutes, Method Man, you're on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you? This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain [Chorus] [Hook 2X] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd No doubt, dick up in your mouth We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!

Here We Go

Drag-on "Opposite Of H20"
Uhh, yeah, uhh Drag-On, E-V-E Bronx style Q, uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh Yeah, what, yeah, yo , yo [Drag-On] I'ma pop them guns, hit them niggas up Switch that buggy Drag, get that bigger truck Watch Drag split a nigga like he split his dutch And if y'all love him much let me see y'all dig him up Cop that Benz then dip them rims Wait till money leave then tell her hop right in See the buggy no tense see something Beats thumping pump stuff in the trunk and If worse come to worse I'm gone and for good So first things first get my moms out the hood Front when you see the face, and you see me everyday That's okay Drag brought too many bullets anyway Look y'all the Sunday, that means its football While when I picked the gunplay, y'all niggas picked the runnin play All you do is run in late, double R last long E to the V E with the Drag to the dash On CHORUS 2X: P Killer Trackz Here we go, doin our thing again Climbin them charts again Stoppin your flow... (y'all niggas isn't makin no money) [Eve] Yo shorty flip this game, bitches aint the same Surface ride or die, now you never hear they name Cuz E-V-E got it locked down tight Bitches ball, watch em fall, made it mine for life Killin it with Drag-On I mean dash On Y'all niggas complain while we get this cash on Get our blast on and mash on anyone tryin Too late luck turned bad you left dyin And I got no fear, fuck it don't care Know my niggas then you know that we gon blast in the air Weak shots, not, change you for block Stop game no pain down from the dock Take out who, invincible crew Got niggas that don't even hang with us with tattoos Most influential, nigga please who sent you Smells like enemy, take you out it's essential CHORUS 2X [Drag-On] Yo, yo, I got bullets to give to ya And a fast way to send em to ya You might not be able to live with that or give it back Hold it for now, ayo Eve I'm holdin you down Cuz they know our pockets is swollen now, it's over for the clowns [Eve] Ayo crazy if they think we, lazy got the bankin Us all stop that, maybe leave em stankin Bitch of the litter and, how you gon rid of her Never shy, speak to the public after we hit em up [Drag-On] Drag'll come through your town, sunroof down Guns is packed with rounds, Drag aint stupid now I'm smart, but y'all can get the dumb dumbs in a lump sum Cuz you know they all come when run come [Eve] Ayo ride shotgun crowds scream how come Cops lay chest plate blown outcome How you gon try snatch our fame without none Muzzled mouth lights knocked out we 'bout done CHORUS 4X

Show You How

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Jay-Z] Catch up, niggas Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that All the martika, with the alligator strap Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps Rap about it now, hope you get it later Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON This particular watch be a one of one That means none before it, none to come The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON You ain't heard I push the sixes when the fives is out You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackbox I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan Bucket low, like fuck it, though Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers Y'all eaten off Pa Dem, on the low like a cesar Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON How you want it, my jeans is 300 This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu Top is rock, you know the rest A big bucket of frozen water on my chest I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up Or get a gun, a mask an escape route Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON And if your man got you bangin' up, it could be worse Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse


Rosemary Heaven restores you in life Coming with me Through the aging, the fear and the strife It's the smiling on the package It's the faces in the sand It's the thought that holds you upwards Embracing me with two hands Write, we'll take you places Yeah maybe to the beach When your friends they do come crying Tell them how your pleasure's set up on slow-release Hey wait Great smile Sensitive to faith not Denial But hey whose on trial? It took a life spent With no cellmate The long way back Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? He speaks about travel Yeah, we think about the land We smile like all people Feeling real tan I can take you places Do you need a new man? Wipe the pollen from the faces Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van Hey wait Great smile Sensitive to faith not Denial But hey whose on trial? It took a life spent With no cellmate Find a long way back Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? You're weightless, you are exotic You need something for which to care Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? Leave some shards under the belly Lay some grease inside my hand It's a sentimental jury And the makings of a good plan You've come to love me nightly Yeah you've come to hold me tight Is this motion everlasting Or do shutters pass in the night? Rosemary Oh heaven restores you in life I spent a lifespan with no cellmate The long way back Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? You're weightless, semi-erotic You need someone to take you there Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? Why can't we just play the other game? Why can't we just look the other way?


MOBB DEEP "Hell On Earth"
Intro: Yeah... Time to let these niggaz know Son Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand KnowhatI'msayin Time to hit em with the third degree Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G Yo... Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise Especially me, H-A-V-O-C Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G In a four time Ford truck with Speed like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind My crime work, ninja style shit was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my vest I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP He played the front line got struck down immediately I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when heavy load my military hold ammunition Far from animation, it's real live, you think not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up) Verse Two: Havoc, Method Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits You fuckin with, top contenders Official to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out and then played her, but that ain't nothin Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga Mr. Freeze crowd shiver What Young, black, and don't give a fuck If the next crew get the scissor... (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion) Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk Wanna pop the most junk Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps Chew on that shit Punk faggot (word up) Burn his ass like a book of matches [Yeah, that's just about it] Under pressure like fat bitches...

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