Andre Nickatina - I'm a Pisces lyrics

Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks sprung
It's the game, the muthafucka calls my name
Product made of yola cuz
The rules don't change
The prettiest thing is new white wall tires
I shoulda been a lawyer
Cuz I'm such a good liar
Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie
God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy
Microphone cops steady fuckin'
Off my dealings
Even when I'm workin' muthafuckas
Think I'm chillin'
Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines
Some get rejected like black jelly beans
I'm on the scene in my jeans
Smokin' weed from a sac
Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps
Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback
But didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like
The state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns, crack
And macks, fly clubs
No love and cocaine raps
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable
Niggas start to jack when
The money ain't available
Baby, you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine
Ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me
But they got me packin' pocket tools

Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah
I made a gang of raps
Smokin' weed in a rental
With the gangsta tracks straight chewy
And a nigga got a gang of pride
Check the battle or the struggle
Through my Chinese eyes
Had to tighten up the fade
Got my murder 1 shades
Still tryin' to fuck them freaks
From my highschool days
B adams, do you still love me?
Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and
It's hard to stay drug free
Cock back loaded and about to explode
Like the 12 story 'jects
Bitch I'm outta control
Alpine reliant, police defiant
Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 client
Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak
In my true black book
Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air
Pagan you dealin' with a microphone bear
Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it
I don't care

I just can't quit, shit, the rap game fanatic
Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit
Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees
I think like a blind thief
With the vision of g's
Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice T
Ya lookin' at a nigga who
Wish he was drug free
But nigga that's a dream in another life
So until then my last word is re-light