[Equipto]
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(Yes yes yes)
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I infect the whole set and collect the cash
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and i'm gonn' run game but respect the past
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got long range, aint trippin
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lets flip at the small change
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then kick it parlay
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Exchangin back to back rhymin
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wordplay but late for the studio tymin
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It cant wait for the hate n' feedback
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I stat when I break down the weed on my rap
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[Andre Nickatina]
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I was born about eight miles from the City of Dope
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Meanin my city is the City of Dope
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weigh the coke, caddy spokes
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it couldnt be saveed by John the Pope
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Money is the bible couldnt care bout a idol
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If youre goin for the title
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then its kinda suicidle
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cuz youre gonna have a rival thats bustin at ya do'
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Tryin ta put bullet holes up in yo clothes
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[Equipto]
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oh, oh fo sho we can blow some mo'
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while labels fall short ta tha ocean flo'
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(suckas)
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I get pesky boss like Joe Pesci
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I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
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suckas that wanna play two cue execute
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the play off loose I execute
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on sight ya too height ya might get snatched
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just like ya gold chain and no-name raps
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[Andre Nickatina]
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Homie dont ask me about that chick
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because about any chick I'll plead the fifth
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call me St. Nick when I spit the Gift
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real rap cat on a pirate ship
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lock n' chain like Sid Vicious
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I done used my three wishes
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When it comes ta swishers, cut the heart
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Listinin' ta Al Green in the dark
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Jumed in the ride with a letha' coat
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looked in the rear view who popped the most
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just when i thought that i saw a ghost
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I realized it was the endo smoke
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[Equipto]
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ma gold rope i go fo' broke off green dope
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ya last hope they shottin at me like the pope
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i campaign the bang the vote is unanimous
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smokin cannibis puttem in a camel clutch
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like this cant trip when i get accross
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set it off lay em down with no second thoughts
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imposin' endo endulgin' keep blowin
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Falcon and the snowman
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[Nickatina]
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tiger my raps adjust like a diamond heist
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cuz the way I shine you might lose ya sight
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in my brand new phat farm vest
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new kangol pull low no less
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grab ya cream get ya team who raise supreme
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in yo face cock sucka its a new rigeme
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yo out again but it really dont matta'
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had it with the new-improved police scanna'
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hang the bannas' yo cock tha hammas'
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or forever in life you'll wear a pampa'
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[Equipto]
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It was pivotal when you came with pitiful answers
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rhymes an avelanche in the average rapper
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ya sweatin they goin all out representin'
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ya in n out steppin like three five seven
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i kept it honest promised no threatin'
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ya probably flipped fo' if not fo-get it
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I stepped in the house throw back with the peyton
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excuse the food but ho back with the hey now
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[Nickatina]
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Check it, crack the bottle then crack the whip
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yo hear i go a son down ill crack ya hip
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i'm like an angel but at an angle
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and then i start to talk like Marlin Brando
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like that blow back in my croaka' sack
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tell the benz dealer that the cadillac is back
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outta turn from moonshine inta yak
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and then the ATF wanna come raid the track
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[Equipto]
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I connive with mo drive ta multiply chedda'
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I can see the fortune without the tella'
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cock back the raw rap or release the classic
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suckas a jaw-jap but i looked past it
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I get detailed describe it graphic
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practice the graph till im knowin it backwards
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spit it with a passion one in the same
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then i realease the masta and study the game
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[Nickatina]
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Ok, i hit the night sky with the ruby red eyes
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the streets are hurtin i can hear her cry
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freaks wear shoes thats not their size
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and here come Nicky with the felony rhymes
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and the melody crimes can ya crack the case
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like a bat outta hell i start the race
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scars on my face detect the hate
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get a scale fo the rhyme when i push the weight.
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Falcon And The Snowman (featuring Equipto)
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| Andre Nickatina |
