(feat. Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina))



[Andre Nickatina]

I'm such a diamond back sparrow

Illegal drugs in a barrel

After shootin' cupid with his own arrow

Makin' noise like SLOT machines

And when I CLOCK this cream

I'ma get up in your mind

Rap, GLOCKS, n thangs

And crash the party like the 5-O

But I didn't come to break it up, I came to make the party way more live ho!

Situation's fornication

You never seen an occupation like mine, and the rhyme design

Flamboyant like the Liberace

Blow weed like kamikaze

To the bitches that really want me

To the pigs that never spot me

Blow heat like quarter backs

Down at the warder track

I gave ya money for dope

You bring the quarter back

Indica and everythang

And when the bell rings

It's like the twelveth grade, tiga man we gon' sell thangs

Make trips to Hollywood

And Chicago

Down in the Florida Keys, and Marraco

My mother got a twin sister

'Mean if I see my mother's sister, I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my

mother's sister

Aim like a P2-10

Bullets that cut the wind

Brought up and born in the church

With doin' major sin

On everything I'm in

Is how I play to win

Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga grin

Cu-cu-cu-cut your body

Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty...



[Chorus]

Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone

You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on

Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone

You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone

Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone

Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone

Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone

You think it's jokes to crack on your funny bone



[Savage C]

My style is like a rifle

Spittin' on rivals

And I put that on disciples in the Bible

I'm spiteful

Of crooked hoes, crooked po's, and crooked crows

I blaze studios with nucleur thorough flows

Mouth runnin' like a track meet

No diggity like Black Street

Lyrically we pack heat

Like jackas on back streets

Suckas is sorry like Atari

We're hotter than the safari

Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off a fifth of Bacardi

Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley

Hittin' j's like Iverson

Rhymin' doper than Vidakin

Trunk boomin' like a siracin

With more nuts than Murder Dog

We bustin' like shot guns

Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun

I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things on the raps

And my floors with ajacks just to stay on track

Get it crackin' like pile drivers

The microphone migiver's desire to stay higher than five sky divers

And if 5-O creeps, they gettin' shook like hands

While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champs

We block journals while blazin verbals til' our hands turn purple

You'll get jumped like hurdles by Nicky and Nocturnal



[Chorus]



[KD]

I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mits

We never slip cuz we all about our grip, Don't trip

We're the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a fuck

And we crush what we bust

Prudential city on the hush

Cuz I write the songs up on the microphone

Until the fights break out and all the lights turn on

It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights

Know nothin' but hard nights

A Nocturnal huslter never love to play my cards right

So understand I'm the man in this

Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannibis

Like the bodies in cemetaries

We stayin' underground

They told me drop it like it's hot, So I had to put it down



[Chorus]