Andre Nickatina Follow

man im a coke rap spitter

a hair pin trigger

a crime rhyme dealer

is iller but on the realler

spin around jordan they at a loss

for the words

rap it up light though,

FLY LIKE A BIRD

nothing but baking soda the

motorola do it well

up in your face man with something

to sell

im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga

just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57

and 9s

my figure 8, is real its not fake

strawberry soda garlic bread and

steak

ahead in the chase and i hide

behind the wheel

you talk more money and we can

make a deal

(make a deal square ass n*)

im not a screw face, i keep my

boots lased

and listen to the homies brag about

they gun case

they off taste, crank beat with more bass

my court date, and i came in hella late

no false game, wear rains with no chains

holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne

nickel plated, now the (?) is penetrated

i put that on my life im glad you never made it

raw hide, all in my blood line

you never find a drug of me like no kind

dont hide, cause it makes it more divine

to put you in the firing line on valentines

february, or was it january

i lose my memory when it come to you canaries

its necessary, on guard with what you carry

split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry

(interlude)

im not a damn fool, i live by they rules

base slang, and im doin my big thang

make change, get bread to kick game

i knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame

no shame, and im greedy to the brain

you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain

crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain

i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne

rip hearts and i pound the sky larks

petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks

new suede, from the stage to the grave

hot days, means pistols in the shade

it aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane

add a little color to the picture frame

the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater

t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya

(interlude)

and this analogy, is a new strategy

and this academy is headed for a tragedy

it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free

and snakes like me dont allow that see

at close range you can see my vertigo

venom in the soul and im ready to let it go

with no control, man it can grow like a rose

and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose

When a child cries, in the heart a father dies

punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive

lethal, both the prada eagles

bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe

Im stage left, at the store remian chef

man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F

The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota

runnin down the stairs of the project do a

kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby

and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby

you say the word, then here come the words put

mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD