Andre Nickatina

[fox69]

"Crack Raider Razor"

"Crack Raider Razor"


Thats the beat
Mics get hit from bullet flavor I spit
Change the clips and also leave this shit
I be high as fuck when these MCs come
But from dawn to dusk I man breaks 'em up
Like booyow whatcha do now
I can hear them freaks sayin mechow
From head to head
Dread to dread
Lead to lead
Spread to spread
Niggaz be trippin' when the indos gone
Niggaz be trippin' when they womans gone
Niggaz be trippin' when they moneys gone
Thats why I'm rapping on the microphone
Razor Sharp......Crack Raider
Time to build my juice back up
Like the curl of a banger in the Compton cuts
How many MCs do I have to kill
Before I get to the top of the hill
Camoflouge dodge and Pittsburg Black
Doing shows at Alamodes where the niggaz be at
We spending food stamps
Avoid them tramps
A van full of beat with the Kenwood amps
Focus like a camera keep your eyes on the birdie
Legit as I can get but I still roll dirty
Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp
Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider
A tiga like me can't hit the block
Sucka MCs are like microphone cops
Jumped in the game for the do or die
Hit the microphone stand and got Kentucky Fried
Recognize baby that'll go for broke
Livin in the City where its only on coke
Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp
Going about niiinneettyy
On the freeway choking
Ain't no mystery to the weed we smokin'
Andre Nickatina says show me some snaps
And Andre Nickatina will surely rap
I hate to be a whore but the World's a pimp
I'm trying to tell my niggaz man don't y'all simp
Coming like a Mack Truck miss me if ya foul skunk
Represent the blunt when you get tossed up
Microphone flow like the Caddy at Ritz
At 9AM man the contact hits
Cocaine beats in stereo thinkin every car behind man is 5-0
Keepin all my rhymes on a computer chip
The Sugarhill Gang got me doing this
Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp
Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider
Razor sharp....crack raider razor raider....sharp
Crack raider razor raider razor....sharp.....crack raider
Sharp
Sharp
Thats the beat
Saturday
My nigga Mike Mike
The time is 3:27 AM
I'm duckin off Sun Duck Ki

 

[fox69]

"Crackin Like Pastachios"

"Crackin Like Pastachios"


Here is my credentials
It's something so essentials
Get the pad I'll get the pencil
Doing donuts like it's wenchels
I'm a kamakazee thinker I'm a threat
I roll around the block and hit up homies from the set
Cutting nice like it's liqour cause I'm quicker out the box
I sport the stance
Make the 'didas with the 3 qaurter sox
Tiga rock non stop
In the car with the fast the flow
Telling these freaks that I'm cracking like pastachio's yo
The situations chemistry it's hitting like the hennesy
Ripping through the soul of the gods in pennententary's
Roll a dice get the craps
Homie where your mind at
Gotta make the money so the law never find that
I'm a make the money out the flow
I'm cracking like pastachio's yo
Maybe you didn't know
I'm switching 4 lanes and yo maybe it ain't no thang
And holla at you boy if you see me in da game
It's strange
Throwing like I'm ganon
With a canon for an arm
And yo I'm turning up the charm
When I see her at the bar
I'm like a cotton candy devil
Yo meanin that I'm trebble
I look over the offense
Trying to make the playas fumble
Man I'm on my way to hell and a lil continental
And even though it's mines god I'll treat it like a rental
In this simple yo the rearrange
Smack you like I'm plumber Lane
Fool I think your hiding thangs
Gold chains and diamond rangs
Cut the pie then divide
Smoking weed the supper fly
Do or die true or lie
Dirty money multiply
Look at me look at me greed I'm greedy
Telling all my homies yo god you don't want to be me
Wat you saw I broke the law
Blazing in a new car
Jazzy as I wanna be
Like I'm up in Utah
Twinkle twinkle little star money in the cookie jar
Rookies on a rookie car betting with the bookie hard

 

[fox69]

"Daiquiri Factory"

"Daiquiri Factory"


Daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

Can u picture the perfect rhyme, the perfect tone, the perfect pitch,
The perfect mind, the perfect crime, the perfect bitch,
Your so materialistic u make me wanna risk it
Hopin the pig don't pull me over with my new biscuit
I'm sorta twisted swervin to the next lie
I bet I'll beef and tangarae in my next life
Or a silverdad makin u picture that with all my cuzins
It's bullets made for the payback it's sorta slippery
Kinda like this treat is wet
But I'm a vet so let your tiger break a leg
With all the pain fed up with the dope game
That's y I still love all my tigers the same

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

Baby sed u look sad cheer up uh wuts your name
I sed it's andre uh I can't complain I love segas and ghetto basketball playas
And I spit rap to all the legendary crack slangers
We kick it live buzzing like a beehive
And itll remain that way till we hit the sky
Like public enemy numba 1 cats come 2 my show
And say that oozy way a ton son u know the chemistry
Do u remember me and I'm your tiger from way back in 83
We ate ice cream and played hoop man we did all these things before the dday

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

It's the daquiri factory where niggas look after me
Assault and battery
It's sort of a tragedy
Kickin it live right with killas suspended
Smokin weed in the kitchen they're so reluctant theyll listen

Bye bye

 

[fox69]

"Dice Of Life (The Bottle)"

"Dice Of Life (The Bottle)"


Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job
Maybe that's why I do it so odd
Walk around just like I was God
Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods
Freeway strikin', we be lightin'
If I die, remember the titan
22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45's
Let em rip, all through the sky
This for the ones that hate that I'm high
When you see me, it's no surprise
Tap your brain, and blow your mind
Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers
And mami we do it for paper
You come with the vapors and capers for papers
It's cool, someone I'll call later
[Chorus 1:]
Me and my homies, love the bottle
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So on them days you feelin' real bad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So before you go to gettin' mad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas
She like the Reeboks, and I like the Filas
She like the winners, and I like the cheaters
She like the lion, I like the hyenas
Spit some game, then hook up with Shaq
On the Playstation, I'm known to brag
Hook up with pimps that love the cash
Man you should see how we giggle and laugh
With of hearts of ice, the house is cold
It's like Slick Rick, without the gold
This right here is the life we chose
No excuses just go for gold
There's no producing, this perfect pose
Hit the street in the freshest clothes
Rip the stage, and bless the shows
Spit the flows, and hit the do'
[Chorus 2:]
Most of my homies, love the bottle
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So on them days you feelin' real bad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So before you go to gettin' mad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
Don't tell me twice, I'm out the door
Talk is not what I came here for
Into the night, like the star by the moon
The engine will rev, and the bass will go boom
Just like the pirate that sailed the seas
13 thieves I do believe
Yes of course they run with me
Flash our rings, or that there freak
Hot to handle, and hard to get
Easy to rip, and hard to fix
So rap your presence, I'll spit the gift
Man you my homie, we'll split the spliff
Ride like a maniac
All in the Cadillac
Tiga, whateva
I'm draped in leather
With angel wings, that rip the wind
And a safety grin of a p-210
[Chorus 3:]
Cause all my homies love the bottle
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So before you go to gettin' mad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
Guns they lust, and they love to hollow
So before you go to gettin' mad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
... Like Tyson loves Cus
[Talking:]
This life of ours, this is a wonderful life
If you can get through life and get away with it, hey that's great
But it's very, unpredictable
There are so many ways you can screw it up

 

[fox69]

"Drought Season"

"Drought Season"


I let the weed be the reason I’m gettin' high and barely breathin'
I ain't never felt the affects of a drought season
Born winnin' cus sinnin' be my best friend
How can it end when I can't even say where it begins
You in the kitchen, birds move 'cus of prohibition
Above suspicion, if you listen you can hear em wishin'
My new watch the roundtable of Camelot
Dark as the clock that got you got after you got shot
Materialistic, cursed man, but still gifted
You should see the way I throw away my parking tickets
Statement mavis, eyes just like Betty Davis
Tryna cheat on every bet I do to make you have to pay it
Brain storming, Decpticonin' and transformin'
You’ll be just like you got stung by a bee swarmin'
Man this is vicious, selfish, and repetitious
All about Kahn and the money because its so religious
Man it’s the Mecca, light up the Train Wrecka
Hot as a pepper when the heroin’s a straight steppa'
The cogniac’n, Hennessey is how I'm actin'
If you makin' money let me break it down in true fractions
Dictator, shootin at the spectators
I don’t do favors and I damn sure ain't a life savor
Think you can love it, tackle it, or even hug it
Rap cat for real bitch, and I ain't ballin' on a budget
I’m Jessie Jamin', talking loud and PF Changin'
They ain't told me to leave yet, I’m just sayin'
I’m top rankin, whatcha broke ass thinkin?
Money makin' I'm bakin and I ain't done yet drankin'
4-4in, Shere Khanin' and Fillmoein'
San Anton’in, foul you like Bruce Bowen
Fast livin', weed rollin' and blunt blowin'
Like Mickey Cohen, take what ya not knowin' and keep goin'
No regrettin', mixed with the no forgettin'
No hellos, no goodbyes, its just good riddance
Darryl Mackin', Adidas and my leather jacket
All in ya city, all the time just like a drug package
7 sinners, lined up with 7 liars
That’s 14 lawyers, which one I’m gonna hire?
Check the tires, no rims and big beats
Call the dealers 'cus my talents are in South Beach

 

[fox69]

"Even Pimp's Get Broken Hearts"

"Even Pimp's Get Broken Hearts"


Even pimps get broken hearts
i spark the line stay trivia
blow you to oblivia
to give me, a
semi auto with led
keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep a lock full of dreads
twist like a tornado the fatal cuban jewel
run around the world saying gangsta rap rules
give an F finger to the flyest freak
while im sitting right there in the drivers seat
smoke a blunt for the gods at the crack of dawn
i think them rings that i stole im bout ready to pawn
because i grin like a P-2 10 a sun lock
rapper of the cats got glocks on cock
walk like a rat when it comes to the cheddar
and in any kind of weather with the 3 quarter leather
the lethal injection with the chinese connection
first we amp up
then we vamp up
watch them other muthafuckas all clamp up
baby talk to much ricky shut the tramp up
i enter through the back door exit through the front
we don't jock bitches, tiga fire up the blunt
heat up ya chest like yukon jack
work ya credit card the first day to the max
the 5 millimeter,
nickatina
street cleaner
i bounce back and forth from fillmo to korea
the chronic chokin rap child bustin it loud
i stand still while i'll rap trying to move the crowd
in my koneiact lounge position
bullet shots rang right before in the mision
muthafuckas thought andre was going to listen
but my detroit roots told me hit em with the piston
rip the compositions
what was yo intention?
no gratitude just attitude
bangin like mission
kill doja
i thought i told ya
i sports leather while you wear summer clothesa
my boss theme
andre going to get you back
yeah i rap but the streets is where my heart is at
and my crudentials
no insturmentals
im like a bullet in ya face right through the window
What!
the proof is in the fudge, money, raps and drugs
nigga keep your hugs
nigga keep ya love
Billie Holiday just crossed my mind
everything she sang was right on time
i can tell in my soul i was just her kind
cause i can see a better life when i close my eye

 

[fox69]

"Eye's Of A Child"
(feat. Equipto)

"Eye's Of A Child"
(feat. Equipto)



[Equipto]
Lil lil lil lil homie
- When I was lil a child just growing to be
We was playing football in the middle of the street
I was Mike Brochea
Had the coast clear
I'd run around the field clown with no fear
I'm innocent showin no love
Eight years old exposed to drugs
Swept under the rug
With baseball cards and dirtbikes
As young as I was I had to learn life
All along everything for me was an experience
Sidetrack never take a thang serious
A lil homie just wanna run free
Live life as long as he can see

[Andre Nickatina]
Through the eye's of a child
I seen my own mother get wild
And for me she start a whole crowd
My report card foul
D's and F's all the time
Hustle on my childhood mind
Through the eye's of a boy
I want to catch Santa Clause creep
And scare him when he thought I was sleep
So young in the heart, I want to be Billy Ray Valentine
Comin with the fly lines, for the ladies all the time
Filled with hope, they asked me did I like boats
Got sea sick and said nope
From the heart of a kid
I act just like I live
We ain't friends
I'm burnin that bridge, that's how it is

[Equipto]
At school the cops sport teeth and new Jordans
Sportin 501's the crease was important
It's all in the day pay the principle a visit
I never could pass cut class like scissors
On the phone cause I'm all that
Roam the halls flash my fake hallpass
I could get away with anything clown the teachers
Or make a new enemies step on sneakers

[Andre Nickatina]
Through the eye's of a child
I don't understand the word no
I don't understand stop, I just understand go
As a child I used to see little crack vouls
And niggaz sayin how you like me now
Hair to the sky, what you sayin freak I'm fly
Wearin basketball shorts oversized
In the eye's of a boy
Drug dealers really don't struggle
And players go to jail to get muscle
Slide down the pole, if I could be a fireman
You know cursin like the devil when the choir band
No desire man
Just a care free boy
Throwin fizzy foul get a toy
In the eye's of a child, cartoons are just like Jesus
If you don't beleive this, man you should see this
As a child, a kid is a pout
And you put him in your memory voul, but right now

 

[fox69]

"Falcon And The Snowman"
(feat. Equipto)

"Falcon And The Snowman"
(feat. Equipto)



[Verse 1: Equipto]
I infect the whole set and collect the cash
And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
Got long range ...(?) into small change
Then kick and parlay
Exchangin' back to back rhymin'
Word play for (?) for the studio timin'
And can't wait for the hate and feedback
I (?) when I break down the weed in my rap
[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
[Verse 3: Equipto]
Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo'
While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas)
I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's
I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play(?) off loose I execute
On site you're too hype, you might get snatched
Just like your gold chain and no name raps
[Verse 4: Andre Nickatina]
Homie don't ask me about that chick
Because about any chick I plead the fifth
Call me Saint Nick when I spit the gift, real rap cat on a pirate ship
Lock and chain like Sid Vicious, I done used my three wishes
When it come to swishers, cut the heart
Listenin' to Al Green in the dark
Jumped in the ride with the leather coat
Looked in the rear view, who pops the (?)
Just when I thought that I saw a ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke
[Verse 5: Equipto]
...(?)
Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope
I campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous
Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch(?)
Like this, can't trip when I get across
Set it off, lay 'em down with no second thoughts
Impulsin, indo indulgin, keep blowin, Falcon and the Snowman
[Verse 6: Andre Nickatina]
Tiga my raps, are just like a diamond heist
Cause the way I shine you might lose your sight
In my brand new Phat Farm vest, new kango Polo, no less
Grab the cream, get your team who ...(?)
In ya face, cocksucka, it's a new regime
You're out again but it really don't matter
Had it with the new improved police scanner
Hang the banners, yo cock the hammers
Or forever in life you'll wear a Pamper
[Verse 7: Equipto]
It was pivotal when you (?) pitiful answers
Rhymes are avalanchin' the average rapper
You're sweatin, then goin' all out representin'
You're in and out steppin' like 3-5-7
I kept it honest, promise, no threatin'
You're probably (?), if not forgettin'
I stepped in the house, throwback with the (?)
Excused the fool, but hold back with the hatin'
[Verse 8: Andre Nickatina]
Check it crack the bottle, then crack the whip
Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip
I'm like an angel, but at an angle
And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that
Blow back in my crocka sack
To the Benz dealer that the Cadillac is back
I had to turn (?) Moonshine into yak
And then the ATF wanna come raise the track
[Verse 9: Equipto]
I connive with more drive then multiply chedda
I can see the fortune without the teller
Cut back the raw rap and release the classic
Suckas that jaw jap but I look past 'em
I get detailed just (?) and graphic
Practice the graph 'till I'm knowin' it backwards
Spit it with a passion, ...(?)
The I release the masters, study the game
[Verse 10: Andre Nickatina]
Okay, I hit the night skies with the ruby red eyes
The streets are hurtin, I can hear her cries
Freaks wear shoes that's not their size
And here come Nicky with the felony rhyme
And the melody crime, can you crack the case?
Like a bat outta hell as I start to race
Scars on my face, dictate the hate
Get a scale for the rhyme when I push the weight

 

[fox69]

"Fears Of A Coke Lord"

"Fears Of A Coke Lord"


[Verse 1]
In the blink of an eye
You know your tiga can die
I'm from the land of the 22, 44, 45
Riddles and lies is something we all despise
So we look up to sky for the answer to "why?"
We was just little tigas when we first tried
You chose the d-game, and I chose the rhyme
Though our brains were the same man
Our brains had to change man
Cause if it didn't change, we'd be stuck in the game
Man the game
[Chorus:]
(I can't even have a family god)
Fears of a coke lord driving my tigers insane
(These cats is coming after me god)
Tryin to get paid off the ya-yo powder and caine
(My woman's hella sheisty god)
Fears of a coke lord driving my tigers insane
(I wanna do better god)
But check it, I feel your pain
[Verse 2]
It was 7-4, I mean July the 4th
I was going on tour and you was going to war
Dope fiend checks, a new Lex and kill techs
Before I had to jet I told the god I'm impressed
He said check it out Nicky, I'm killing the world
My woman is top notch, got my brain in a twirl
Hella ballers done hit it and I call her my girl
And my mama looks at me like I'm not her pearl
I go to sleep every night with a body on my mind
Man, slugs from the nine, you shoulda seen how he died
Fears for years, but yo- you already knew that
I'ma keep selling dope, but yo, how can I do that?
Itchin to be vicious ever since I was seven
He said Nickatina will we go to heaven
For the game
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fist Full Of Dollars "Green Eyes""

"Fist Full Of Dollars "Green Eyes""


Boss dreams and everything on a triple beam
It's like a holiday scheme ...
In a car I lean, money infatuated
...(?) intimidated, illegally motivated
Revvin' like a cutty that bang on the block
Baby can I have your keys, I hate to pick your lock
Snappin' like a gator, never waitin' like a waiter
Cherry is my flavor when it comes to now and laters
When it comes to gettin' greedy, man I get green eyes
And I gotta get it like Muslims slang pies
Cuttin' in line just to get mine
Tiga I feel that waitin' is a crime
Arrest me, cuff me, bail me
Rap is money baby it'll never fail me
I'm like an antique that zip through the streets
Flickin' my tongue at little kids
The lucky motivator when it comes to makin' paper
Man you can keep your money 'cause I really need a fader
Hot like potatoes, hair in your gators
Waves that make ya sick like a sailor
Don't ask about my woman 'cause I'm married to the rap
Don't have to say "I love you", and we love it like that
And I'm chillin like the number one chiller
I round some cats that shoot more thangs than Ricky Miller
Nicky you a real rap dealer
I dranks my drank, hit the dank, and I'm bound to say "My nigga"
The situation make me quiver
The hotter the cap for the rap, cold steel will make a nigga shiver
And like pizza I deliver
Cop your rocks, hit the block, and mothafucka don't short stop
Do you know where you go in life, it's like I reminisce till I die and I've lost track
You know I gotta floss dat, boss dat, cross dat
See the eye of the devil if I lost dat
Yeeuh, it gets hot in the room
Like a wicked witch I gotta jump the broom
Screamin' "Fuck you" by the light of the moon
Custom fit like a brand new bra
I hate to break the rules but I love to break the law
Get caught, gotta lie like a veteran
In the bathtub screamin' "Flyyy pelicans!"