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    ANDRE NICKATINA

    Hell's Kitchen 2002 ©

    Hell's Kitchen

    "My line of work is considered by some to be a...
    a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
    and there are others, that are very malignant..."


    Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)
    Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
    Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man...


    When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
    Gun nailed you to the crucifix
    I ain't new improved man I'm true to this
    Ain't nothin you can do to this
    Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
    Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
    I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that
    Gotta go drop a bug in that
    Post up where the drugs is at
    Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at
    My computer brain is on high octane
    Ripping like a rocket man
    Block it try to stop it man
    You'll end up in my pocket man
    Bust like a bullet in a watermelon
    What's the CD there you're selling
    Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
    Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
    Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary
    Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery
    Dead just like a battery, from this major battery


    I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
    Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
    Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
    All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
    Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at?"
    Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
    Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
    Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
    Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
    Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
    I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
    Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic


    Walked out of court doin major bragging
    Bruce Lee down like danger dragon
    Blue jeans doin some major sagging
    Freak can bump hard in the station wagon
    Hot heavy and ready
    Garlic bread with the spaghetti
    Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
    Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo
    Write to the gods like it's legendary
    Some might think its imaginary
    In the rap game freak I popped the cherry
    What you gotta say about that
    Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil
    Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
    Check it, load me up and then cock me back
    Then come right back with the counter rap
    He's bustin raps till he collapse
    Or at least until his chest plate crack


    I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
    that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
    But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
    You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
    Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
    and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
    I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
    that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
    But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
    You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
    Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
    and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
    I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
    He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
    With some real heat star 6-70
    For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
    It's not hard, you can depend on me,
    Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome
    Only difference I don't drink much
    And mothafuckas get deeply touched
    That think I give a fuck tryna get money
    but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
    Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
    Crack that weak Halloween mask
    and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

    West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

    "Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."

    2002 ©


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