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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Hell's Kitchen

Super Greedy

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Give me give me g's g's g's [Jackpot] From the small bags of weed to them rubber band bundles I remain super greedy this that day and night hustle Snatchin knots from sprung bitches but I'm quick to explain If I ain't all up in your pocket I ain't doin my thang I'm supper greedy like I'm posed to be Floor wayz be close to me I mite stick you up if you ain't really where your posed to be I'm solid wit my folks but supper scandalous for a click When your sharper make it happen you could bubble off my nip Hyperations stack somethin losin nothing can you dig it And bet your own hustle man and double small digits Stayin payed is the slogan sippin yak steady smokin Breakin hammer towns open gotta leave my bag open Microscopin all night nigga even yall knots Holdin heat when its hot shit even when its not Cuz california niggas strive try to come up quick And if you cant hold your own well take your shit [Chorus: 2x] California hustlas chase paper all day California smokers blow blunts all day California cats sip yak that way And california cat we react that way [Pat Rich] Bitch I show kay skills to break these bitches for there scrill Poppin pussys like pills on the real lettin them know the deal These bitches be worthless I'm out the door wit ther purses Bitch I'm scrillmatic the shit be like sell service At the gas station You know I ain't payin You know I'm toppin off I'm bout to start poppin off At the liq bitch so don't you even trip Cuz I got this pistol by the hip And I'm bout to stick somebody for their grill Juss cuz I'm super greedy Ill prolly stiff the needy I mite even have your best bitch on their knees screamin feed me You best believe me Got pleanty more off in the stash box Straight gs bumb Pat rich and jackpot is dope like crack rocks So listen to the mac god California killas for that scrilla Keepin it profane wit no shame Cuz we some dope game gorillas They call me pat rich capone Cuz I bust young hoes like chrome Flip new bitches like zomes And keep em workin the track like mary and jones [Chorus: 2x] California hustlas chase paper all day California smokers blow blunts all day California cats sip yak that way And california cat we react that way [Smoov-E] I don't roll sober, high off the roper Deep when I creep like the red october With out a pocket full of money Your boy get lonely I call up pat rich and jackpot they my homies Juss like da grinch Hundred dolla bills in my pocket while your sleepin on da bench Boy I'm smokin the beamy so deep in the needy Broke wit money I'm super greedy [Chorus: 2x] California hustlas chase paper all day California smokers blow blunts all day California cats sip yak that way And california cat we react that way

Gossip Folks

(feat. Ludacris) [People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got missy Elliott coming through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way [Missy] When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh [Chorus] Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee [Missy] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it I'm gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love em, my fellas, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] [Missy] I don't go out my house shorty You just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio [Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not from tumors Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her alvum when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy [Missy] Hi Missy What's up fools You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn!

All That's Got To Go

Jermaine Dupri "Life in 1472"
[Machine] Wednesday 4:20p.m. [1st Lady] Don't you fuckin' hang up on me! Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who the fuck your hangin up on? Don't fuckin' hang up on me! [J.D.] I'm sick of these bitches man. [Machine] Wednesday 8:20p.m. [2nd Lady] Jermaine!!!!!, where are you? [J.D.] Oh God, God, mo' bitches. You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches. [DaBrat] I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit. [J.D.] Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know we don't play no games. [DaBrat] Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip. [Chorus] [J.D.] Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait when you know deep down she wanna get down but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around. [DaBrat] Now ladies (Huh?) Don't you hate when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date thinking that we mean yes when we say no and they spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go. [1st Verse] [DaBrat] It's funny how niggaz get bitch then and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six love me like a love the dough with interest I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless if its hard then it start spinnin' keep me grinning with phat shit we can fuck 'til the spring pop on the mack the fact is I'm a fly bitch I show that you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick first think of them chicks bitch if he leave you could still breathe through the week with a few G-Stacks easy if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at invest is a pussy ass [Chorus] [2nd Verse] [J.D.] Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent trying to act so god damn innocent wit all that shit ya'll put us through and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that can see through shit I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch so the trickin ain't nothing and if I trick somebody fuckin' now I'm a playa I show that and what I do don't stop, you know that see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught not me if I trick I give head on the spot on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top see it taste good don't it so why the fuck you frontin' when you know you want it [Chorus] [LaTocha Scott] When I need the money I know who to hit When I make the call you better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick 'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it [Chorus To End]

Killer G's

Dayton Family "Fbi"
Yeah, the Dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool Know what I'm sayin DTS and I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch Dayton Avenue be true nigga I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go And when I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain Get a fool for his chains and raise more throws and blows than Dana Dane I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm droolin And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke than Coca-Cola do I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise How you lookin like Emmitt Smith, runnin back to get your boys Its do or die and bitch believe me I'm not tryin to go Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or stripes Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake To much to count, I stack amount ain't nothin about me fake Nobody move nobody die so bitch don't move in inch And I'm puttin slugs in any bitch that I even think might of flinched Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine intices Bail with Joe ?Staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo prices And on that note, I quote I'm deep and I'll stick yo mama up He got ten G's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's up ?? fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash Drunk off that whiskey fuck John ?Cisk?, I'm fittin to rob his ass When shit gets tight, like Barry White I practice what I preach Little shorties wanna be down like Brandy when they hear me speak The B double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E Chorus: repeat 4X D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa) F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see another killer G (G's, these are motherfuckin killas) He's a killa off Dayton Avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you I catch you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide You fuckin with a murderer, Caddie Coup burglar sweep you off your Dana's, when you see me I'l be serving a Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray Diggen them as they body lay, pickin them with this oozie spray Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip Gotta ?? on my way on this set is like initiation My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down a skitzofranic that's makin you panic when I pull this gage I do more licks and throw more kicks, than Johnny Cage I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been walkin stalkin like a hawk and trigger be triggin when I click it cause my pain ain't stickin Its do or die we multiply on the for reala But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa Chorus


JARREN BENTON "My Grandma's Basement"
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti, The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey, I pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt me, Kill him, then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie, Blow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby, The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches' laundry, Youz a sucker, motherfucker, and that should alarm me, You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army, Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me, And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey, Unless you want your fuckin' head shattered, get up off me, I'm about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me, Pull the motherfuckin' biscuit out catch a body, Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati, The fish hit you dead in the chest, a kamikaze, The flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy, [Laughing] Boxcutter Pazzy! Yo, Mr. Benton, Kato, what up?! [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks, I rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe box, I'm a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shit, So disrespectful, I slapped Christ off his crucifix, I go to your funeral, punch the eulogist, Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't fuckin' lucrative, That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous, Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this shit, Boxcutter hooligan, Look what this blade would do to him, Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin, Kill him, then I stand over his body, then I shoot again, Fuck coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel again, I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell, I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and fucking kill a whale, Scalpels and all sorts of assortments, Bitch, I'm a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet, So scram with your faggot ass, Don't make me let the semi blast, Fuck a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz, Y'all some homos, rappers talking 'bout finny bags, Keep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ash, Just read a shitty comment, now my day is ruined, You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion, I'm an innovator, give a shit what they were doin', Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard, so now my neighbors movin', Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks, Hop says he dropping his album right after Detox, I'm into bestiality, getting head from an ewok, You niggas got it fucked up like a Blood trying to C-Walk, I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock, Bitch, I'm off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock, Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers, get ethered, Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra. Bitch!

Hookers At The Point

Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay I'm a nice girl don't play me out I know it's not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack 7 times she got stabbed in the back By a regular john she dealt with many times before That's what she gets for being a whore though She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt 10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man Shell suck a jewish lawyer, or an african cabby It ain't about the money tryna get back at my daddy Plus I'm feenin tryna smoke me some crack in the alley Grease the cops, found her mouth in north captain o'malley Yeah, it's Hoookers at the point Bitch, get my motherfucking drink bitch Henny Carterfield, in the fuckin sniffter don't put it in the rock glass again please You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY As I ride inside my 92' Seville Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field Best believe they drinking daddy money How you think I copped the caddy dummy Tryna get this puff daddy money The name silk but all my bitches call me montel Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell Three shades of green suit hat and matching lizards 8 bitches look like they straight from the alaskian blizzard Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya You know the life you chose But know you wanna be a mother The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother Do the world a favor line your pussy up and rubber Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring My nails are filed perfect though right you see me shinin Now get the fuck up out my car and say [?] We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point Bitch Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants and Slowly approaching animals in motion Pussy safari, twenty for a lay Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base Before I purchase, I wanna peak at the turkey Make sure that it's perky so it won't turn my dick to jerky Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt Let's talk about me, I'm always on the road Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul Was once a prospect for the twin now I'm on a mission Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen Falling asleep right on the shitter Word to robero clemente dog I'm still a hitter, yeah!

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