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Andre Nickatina - Falcon and the Snowman lyrics
[Verse 1 - Equipto] I infect the whole set and collect the cash And I'm gon' run game but respect the past Got long range ...(?) into small change Then kick and parlay Exchangin' back to back rhymin' Word play for (?) for the studio timin' And can't wait for the hate and feedback I (?) when I break down the weed in my rap [Verse 2 - Andre Nickatina] I was born about eight miles in the city of dope Meanin' my city is the city of dope Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes! [Verse 3 - Equipto] Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo' While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas) I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play(?) off loose I execute On site you're too hype, you might get snatched Just like your gold chain and no name raps [Verse 4 - Andre Nickatina] Homie don't ask me about that chick Because about any chick I plead the fifth Call me Saint Nick when I spit the gift, real rap cat on a pirate ship Lock and chain like Sid Vicious, I done used my three wishes When it come to swishers, cut the heart Listenin' to Al Green in the dark Jumped in the ride with the leather coat Looked in the rear view, who pops the (?) Just when I thought that I saw a ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke [Verse 5 - Equipto] ...(?) Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope I campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch(?) Like this, can't trip when I get across Set it off, lay 'em down with no second thoughts Impulsin, indo indulgin, keep blowin, Falcon and the Snowman [Verse 6 - Andre Nickatina] Tiga my raps, are just like a diamond heist Cause the way I shine you might lose your sight In my brand new Phat Farm vest, new kango Polo, no less Grab the cream, get your team who ...(?) In ya face, cocksucka, it's a new regime You're out again but it really don't matter Had it with the new improved police scanner Hang the banners, yo cock the hammers Or forever in life you'll wear a Pamper [Verse 7 - Equipto] It was pivotal when you (?) pitiful answers Rhymes are avalanchin' the average rapper You're sweatin, then goin' all out representin' You're in and out steppin' like 3-5-7 I kept it honest, promise, no threatin' You're probably (?), if not forgettin' I stepped in the house, throwback with the (?) Excused the fool, but hold back with the hatin' [Verse 8 - Andre Nickatina] Check it crack the bottle, then crack the whip Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip I'm like an angel, but at an angle And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that Blow back in my crocka sack To the Benz dealer that the Cadillac is back I had to turn (?) Moonshine into yak And then the ATF wanna come raise the track [Verse 9 - Equipto] I connive with more drive then multiply chedda I can see the fortune without the teller Cut back the raw rap and release the classic Suckas that jaw jap but I look past 'em I get detailed just (?) and graphic Practice the graph 'till I'm knowin' it backwards Spit it with a passion, ...(?) The I release the masters, study the game [Verse 10 - Andre Nickatina] Okay, I hit the night skies with the ruby red eyes The streets are hurtin, I can hear her cries Freaks wear shoes that's not their size And here come Nicky with the felony rhyme And the melody crime, can you crack the case? Like a bat outta hell as I start to race Scars on my face, dictate the hate Get a scale for the rhyme when I push the weight |
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