Money Makin Nique - Fire Kicking Tree Limbs lyrics

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus] Sittin' here, room getting smaller by the minute Ain't enough space to f**ing pivot Ain't enough God in they eyes for forgiveness We be in them trenches Mind your f**in' business In the city where they value n***as tennis over tenants Hoodrich baby what I call a d**h sentence Momma check that bed every night, hope he in it But you know we gotta get it so we left his ID sh**, anything go Barely 17 Snow on the Bluff trickle down the bloodstreams We be fired up, I ain't talkin' special teams Got a goal motherf**er so I'm sewing up my seams See, I gotta plug these holes up for the winter And all these rats come in and try to share my dinner Talkin' they working hard, n***as barely caught a splinter I'm all up in her and when I'm finished, y'all can get her Hahaha, They funny man Tell em Nique, I been here People street like a mirror Selling fruit snacks in December And them n***as behind me, naw man, they ain't tenners And naw, ain't got no temper And naw, don't care bout sentencing Quick to hand yo a** a 12 piece like Mrs. Winners Off healing, Ion know where we headed, God with us tho Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio The way we take this rap n***as out, its larceny, yo [Verse 2: Money Makin Nique] Well, well, well Here come Nique with his black a** Not only do I act bad, I lie and I carry arms like arachnids Here ye, here ye I'm lion motherf**ing king A peasant oppose? He'll be a dying motherf**ing thing I'm Tutankhamun if he would've stayed alive and learned to rhyme Churning lines, adhesive herbs and turpentine, n***a wait Burning time, forever earning mine but it be certain times I'm laying low because for my demise the f**ing serpent slides O Goon got me, my Nefertiti, lil' Punjabi Your rep ain't authentic but I'll admit, it is a cool copy But I know n***as came just to here me talk sh** Since the verse started, I ain't f**ed a girl, abort sh** So uh, cooley b**h with a french braid, expensive sneakers dipped in gold p**no star, she can lick a load Imma slime her face like Nickeload' But it ain't green like Piccolo I be picking hoes that love picking clothes Got a sip of Michelob Watching basketball Can i live? or won't you n***as die, I wasn't asking y'all Fathom all and if you could, you'd see this n***a had the balls Battle scars, I'm chillin now Your rent is what my Bally's cost Ya little pastors, y'all matter fact f*ggots y'all [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] At the back of the parking lot Baby Doctur asked "Why you crying Mom?" She ain't respond She rarely did in those days The parent's kids don't know pain Then why do kids go insane Tuck em in and cut the lights, the whole room started change Poltergeist performing p**nographic images Poof, my innocence has ended According to scripture, we all was born demented So why these n***as lookin at me so defensive? I had the necessary impulses to pulverizing indulging vagina when I blend virtue and sin Who died and made me king? I couldn't tell ya, I missed the funeral I like the way this crown fit and I like the way her mouth spit and purr Fiction for a legend Cookin up that poison, y'all be sure come back for seconds Your soul'll get swoll and that will cardiac arrested Rest a**ure we rest in peace unless the recipe's affected Invested in d**, p**y, money, money, p**y, d** Invested in d**, p**y, money, money, p**y, d** Guarantee she on her knees no matter who she love And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12 gauge Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days