[Andre Nickatina:]

I can see my reflection in my sons eyes

And when I see him I know the Lord cried when Jesus died

I'm not a sane, I spread my wings like a Condor

I tell the bulls to come and get me like a Matedor

I rip the shade like the bullets in a thugs car

I'm located at the bar where the drugs are

I pack the house, I pack the party, all the God's know that

We like Democrats, politican on a batch

I spit raps, I comb my hair like God

Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd

It's 'Sco love, we let the weed blow up

Make the money fold up, and not slow up, you know what



[Equipto:]

[?] up, I'm a Don P game runner

Smooth as silk, I spit milk and make butter

A cold heart, ryhme pays, mind state go-gart

You keep hustlin hard but go so far

I don't think they ever really heard of "Pimp's Blood"

They cuttin deals with bitches up in the strip club

That's fake money, I study and play day and night

If I'ma be in the game then I'ma play it right

We chops it up off Thizz and Backwoods

Let the ho choose you got the game backwards

Touchdown I'ma endzone dance

Any town I arrive I'm a Frisco mack

Kangol hat, "The Gift", got my bankroll fat

I leave the square be, she a Castro fag

And mad because I'm divid with this and ho knockin

True to the shit that I spit and won't stop it



[Andre Nickatina:]

The street gamble make you travel

And we can do it from the Pine Apple all the way down to the Big Apple

I swing back and forth like a link chain

My homie came to court sportin Hema Mink mayne

I'm not a honor roll student is what you tellin me

Dare you to try to leave your country with a felony

It's like a symphony, man when you witness me

That Holy Water Bay game kinda sprinkle me

I comb my hair like God

Then hit other cities bumpin Playboy Todd

Man this is how we act, man but we don't act

It's like when a snake and a mongoose react

And blow back, I swim laps in the river of lust

With, no lifeguard watchin when I splash and fuss

I put my soul in a number 2 pencil

Its sound like a bird with a gangbanger whistle

It was all so simple, miss me with the riddles

A cat fish hunter throw it right down the middle

Crack it for a triple, Ricky keep runnin

Cause everybody knows when the raps start gunnin-gunnin



[Equipto:]

Like channel 2 serve news on the day she choose

EQ don't really hook up on no rendevous

Or any rain checks blaje runnin the same shit

Life is what you make it, and what the game give

I'm the true and livin, like a newer image

I'm tryin to ball without movin my pivet

I got a way with it, icey stay fitted

Hyphy Bay livin, I be laced in the monople fast track

Tell 'em where the stash cash

Baby is a car date, far from a lap dance

Still I'm a rap cat and I could tell you this

"I respect a ho way more than a bitch", bitch