(Andre Nickatina)
I can see my reflection in my son's eyes
And when I see them, I know the lord cried when Jesus died
I'm not a saint, I spread my wings like a condor
I tell the bulls to come and get me like a matador
I ricochet like the bullets in a thugs car
I'm located at the bar where the drugs are
I pack the house, I pack the party, all the dogs blow back
We like democrats, poloticin on the batch
I spit raps, I comb my hair like God
Then hit up the city bumpin playboy Todd
Then stroll up, we let the weed blow up
Make the the money fold up, and slow up
You know what

You a cold duck, I'm a dime p game runner
Smooth as silk, I spit milk and make butter
A cold hard rhyme pays, mind state, go cart
You keep hustlin hard but go so far
I don't think they ever really heard "A Pimp's Blood"
They cuttin deals with bitches up in the strip club
Thats fake money, I study and play, day and night
If I'ma be in the game, I'ma play it right
We chops it up off Thizz and backwoods
Let the hoe choose, you got the game backwards
Touchdown, I'ma endzone dance
Any town I rob, I'm a Frisco mack
Kangol hat, "The Gift" got my bankrolls fat
I leave the square be, she a castro fag
And mad because I'm vivid with this and ho knockin
True to the shit that I spit and won't stop it

(Andre Nickatina)
The street gamble, make you travel
And we can do it from the Pineapple all the way down to the Big Apple
I swing back and forth like a limp chain
My homie came to court sportin him a mink, mane
I'm not a honor roll student is what you tellin me
Dude, you tried to leave the country with a felony
Its like a symphony, man when you witness me
That holy water bay gang come and sprinkle me
I comb my hair like God
And hit other cities bumpin playboy Todd
And this is how we act, but we don't act
It's like when a snake and a mongoose react, and blow back
I swim laps in the river of lust
With no lifeguard watchin when I splash and fuss
I throw my soul in a number two pencil
It sounds like a bird when a gangbanger whistle
It was all so simple, miss me with the riddles
A catfish hunter throw it right down the middle
Crack it for a triple, Ricky keep runnin
Cause everybody knows when the raps start gunnin (gunnin)

Like channel two serve news on the day she choose
EQ don't really hook up on no rendevous
So any rainchecks, blahje, runnin the same shit
Life is what you make it, and what the game give
I'm the true and livin, like a newer image
I'm tryin to ball without movin my pivot
I got a way with it, icy stay fitted, Hyphy bay livin,
I be lacin them all up on the fast track, tell em we're the stash cats
Baby its a car date, from from a lap dance
Still I'm a rap cat, and I can tell you this
I respect a hoe way mo' than a bitch, bitch

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