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Andre Nickatina - Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina 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 
Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man... 
(Andre Nickatina) 
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit 
Gun nailed you to the crucifix 
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this 
Ain't nothin you can do to this 
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head 
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga 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 mothafucka 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 in a watermelon 
What's the CD there you're selling 
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling 
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity 
Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary 
Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery 
Dead just like a battery, from this major battery 
(Saafir) 
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black 
Raider 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 game 
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame 
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like 'What the fuck you lookin at?' 
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack 
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings 
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been 'Ladeem' 
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green 
Niggas 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 
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Bruce Lee down like danger dragon 
Blue jeans doin some major sagging 
Freak can bump hard in the station wagon 
Hot heavy and ready 
Garlic bread with the spaghetti 
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo 
Ty fo-fo, Ty 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 
Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil 
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me 
Check it, load me up and then cock me back 
Then come right back with the counter rap 
He's bustin raps till he collapse 
Or at least until his chest plate crack 
(Saafir) 
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas 
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do 
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you 
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin 
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt 
and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen 
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas 
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do 
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you 
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin 
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt 
and baked the fuck 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 nigga ice dripping 
With some real heat star 6-70 
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly 
It's not hard, you can depend on me, 
Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome 
Only difference I don't drink much 
And mothafuckas get deeply touched 
That think I give a fuck tryna get money 
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off 
Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit 
Crack that weak Halloween mask 
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping 
West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...
'Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work...'









