Andre Nickatina - Hell's Kitchen Lyrics
"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..."(Saafir)Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) YoMotha*****a in here with some real Nickatine man...(Andre Nickatina)When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spitGun nailed you to the crucifixI ain't new improved man I'm true to thisAin't nothin you can do to thisChicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the headInstead we get high as a motha*****in nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreadsI get to plugging that, who Thuggin thatGotta go drop a bug in thatPost up where the drugs is atYeah motha*****a where the lovin atMy computer brain is on high octaneRipping like a rocket manBlock it try to stop it manYou'll end up in my pocket manBust like a bullet in a watermelonWhat's the CD there you're sellingBetter not be mine or motha*****a you gon' start to yellingFillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanityAmmo and artillery, clock a major salaryCharge just like a battery, for assault and batteryDead just like a battery, from this major battery(Saafir)I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and blackRaider 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 gameAll angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fameLet me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the ***** you lookin at?"Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack***** I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship ringsAmmunition and big faces motha*****a I been "Ladeem"Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American greenNiggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettesI promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this lifeNickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic(Andre Nickatina)Walked out of court doin major braggingBruce Lee down like danger dragonBlue jeans doin some major saggingFreak can bump hard in the station wagonHot heavy and readyGarlic bread with the spaghettiDo it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-foTy fo-fo, Ty fo-foWrite to the gods like it's legendarySome might think its imaginaryIn the rap game freak I popped the cherryWhat you gotta say about thatKeep it live a 45 number 2 pencilGet my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel meCheck it, load me up and then ***** me backThen come right back with the counter rapHe's bustin raps till he collapseOr at least until his chest plate crack(Saafir)I ain't one of these ***** ass niggasthat ain't from the town that spit what he don't doBut I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to youYou lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittinPurple haze a fake crook get cooked and burntand baked the ***** up in Hell's KitchenI ain't one of these ***** ass niggasthat ain't from the town that spit what he don't doBut I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to youYou lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittinPurple haze a fake crook get cooked and burntand baked the ***** up in Hell's KitchenI know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clickingHe tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice drippingWith some real heat star 6-70For a ***** ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenlyIt's not hard, you can depend on me,Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitomeOnly difference I don't drink muchAnd motha*****as get deeply touchedThat think I give a ***** tryna get moneybut shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face offHave your ass under the Astroturf of some shitCrack that weak Halloween maskand stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumpingWest Oakland...Saaf Bizzle..."Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."
