Andre Nickatina, Saafir - Hell's Kitchen lyrics

"My line of work is considered
By some to be a a tumor on society
Be careful Mr magenta there are benign tumors
And there are others
That are very malignant"

Ay ay, Ay ay (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay ay, Ay ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
Mothafucka in here with some
Real Nickatine man

When the gat would hit
Then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead
Caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin
Nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that


Gotta go drop a bug in that
Post up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer brain is on high octane
Ripping like a rocket man
Block it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka
You gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy
Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary
Charge just like a battery
For assault and battery
Dead just like a battery
From this major battery (Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my
Colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber
Shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt
And I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't
Get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball
Like "What the fuck you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember
I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender
I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka
I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil
Gettin this American green
Niggas hate cause I'm skyscraping the
Small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness
To be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir
Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and ready
Garlic bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo
Write to the gods like it's legendary
Some might think it's imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for
The perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest plate crack

I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
That ain't from the town that
Spit what he don't do
But, I'mma let him bumble a little more then
I'mma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that
Ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
And baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
That ain't from the town that
Spit what he don't do
But, I'mma let him bumble a little more then
I'mma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that
Ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
And baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping
Cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'mma
Leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that
Wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can depend on me
Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply touched
That think I give a fuck tryna get money
But shit if you gotta get hit
I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the
Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak Halloween mask
And stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

West Oaklandsaaf Bizzle

"Finished with the assignment
Beautiful, excellent work, great work"