Andre Nickatina Hells 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) Yo
m________a in here with some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
gotta nail you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a m________in n____ 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 m________a 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 or watermelon
What's the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or m________a you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for a__ault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider n____ got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
n____ I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so n____s don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the f___ you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
b____ I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces m________a I been "Ladeem"
n____s on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
n____s 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

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dangerous dragon
Blue jeans doin some major sagging
speakers b__p hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and ready
Garlic bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, Times 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
Kick it live like a 45 number 2 pencil
give my soul away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then c___ me back
Then come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest might crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these b____ a__ n____s
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him b__ble a little more then I'ma hip all my n____s to you
You lyin about tryna be hot that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the f___ up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these b____ a__ n____s
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him b__ble a little more then I'ma hip all my n____s to you
You lyin about tryna be hot that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the f___ 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 n____ ice dripping
With some real heat star 6-70
For a b____ a__ Hollywood n____ that wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving n____s like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink much
And m________as get deeply touched
That think I give a f___ tryna get money
but s___ if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your a__ under the Astroturf of some s___
Crack that weak Halloween mask
and stab your a__ in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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