Andre Nickatina - Honeycomb lyrics

(Verse 1 - Andre Nickatina) I'm such a diamond back sparrow, illegal d** in a barrel Had to shoot cupid with his own arrow Makin' noise like SLOT machines, and when I CLOCK this cream I'mma get up in your mind Rap, GLOCKS, 'n thangs And crash the party like the 5-0 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 mines, and the rhyme design Flamboyant like the Liberace, blow weed like kamikaze To the b**hes that really want me, to the n***as that never spot me Throw 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 twelfth grade tiga, man we gon' sell thangs Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco My mother got a twin sister Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my mother's sister Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind Brought up and born in the church with doin' major sin On everything I'm in, this how I play to win Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga cringe Cu-cu-cu-cut your body Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty (Chorus - Andre Nickatina) 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 (Verse 2 - 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 nuclear thorough flows Mouth runnin' like a track meet, 'No diggity' like Black Street Lyrically we pack heat like jackas on back streets s**as is sorry like Atari, we're hotter than the safari Talkin' sh** like Charles Barkley off a fifth of Bacardi Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley, hittin' j's like Iverson Rhymin' doper than Vicadin the trunk boomin' like a Esiason With more nuts than Murder Dog, we bust it like shot guns Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things under raps And my floors with (?) just to stay on track Get it crackin' like pile drivers, the microphone MacGyver desire To stay higher than five sky divers And if 5-0 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) x2 (Verse 3 - KD) I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of lips We never slip cuz we all about our grip, don't trip We're the opposite of s*uts cuz we never give a f** And we crush what we bust Credential city on the hush Cuz I wipe 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 hustler and I love to play my cards right So understand I'm the man in this Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannabis Like the bodies in cemeteries, we stayin' underground They told me drop it like it's hot, so I had to put it down (Chorus)