Andre Nickatina - Fly Like A Bird lyrics

man im a coke rap spitter a hair pin trigger a crime rhyme dealer is iller but on the realler spin around jordan they at a loss for the words rap it up light though, FLY LIKE A BIRD nothing but baking soda the motorola do it well up in your face man with something to sell im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57 and 9s my figure 8, is real its not fake strawberry soda garlic bread and steak ahead in the chase and i hide behind the wheel you talk more money and we can make a deal (make a deal square a** n*) VERSE 2: im not a screw face, i keep my boots lased and listen to the homies brag about they gun case they off taste, crank beat with more ba** my court date, and i came in hella late no false game, wear rains with no chains holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne nickel plated, now the (?) is penetrated i put that on my life im glad you never made it raw hide, all in my blood line you never find a drug of me like no kind dont hide, cause it makes it more divine to put you in the firing line on valentines february, or was it january i lose my memory when it come to you canaries its necessary, on guard with what you carry split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry (interlude) im not a damn fool, i live by they rules base slang, and im doin my big thang make change, get bread to kick game i knows you got a** but yous a lame freak dame no shame, and im greedy to the brain you know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne rip hearts and i pound the sky larks petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks new suede, from the stage to the grave hot days, means pistols in the shade it aint strange, motherf**er you sell cane add a little color to the picture frame the rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater t-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya (interlude) and this an*logy, is a new strategy and this academy is headed for a tragedy it sounds to me that you're tryin to break free and snakes like me dont allow that see at close range you can see my vertigo venom in the soul and im ready to let it go with no control, man it can grow like a rose and im standing right there in my Filmo' pose When a child cries, in the heart a father dies punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive lethal, both the prada eagles bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe Im stage left, at the store remian chef man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota runnin down the stairs of the project do a kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby and rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby you say the word, then here come the words put mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD