Fat Joe, Nick Shades - The Cypher lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Nick Shades - The Cypher lyrics]
That nigga Diamond D threw me the loop
(Oh word? Let's get it)
Yo, Nick, let's just go off on
This bitch right here, man, classic shit
(Straight bars, bro)
Go in, no punches no, nothin', man
(No type of shit like that)
Let's go! Uh! (Cypher style) yeah!
Now check it out
I'll kill your baby in your baby carriage
Bust a shotgun at your wedding
That's a perfect marriage
Pray to God a nigga catch your G in his ride
Hit 'em with that
(BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP) Cracker, stand your ground
This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
I see zombies in the trap next
To Phantoms and the ghost pussy on the pole
Prophesies an option when you grow up
On the stove and your pops is never home, uh
We miss the heroin with the tranquilizer
Nigga all that's missin' is the
Thrill of synthesizin', nigga
Junkies hobblin' back like like a Clydesdale
Throwin' niggas off the boat like crime fell
I'm on the top deck on the coast of Tropez
Spendin' coins
Chasin' tail just to drop heads
High times, pull the mag fully loaded chrome
Rollin' stones on the cover
Of the Rolling Stone
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
(Ay, you did that shit though, Crack)
Yo, Nicky Shades! (yeah! yeah)
Hit them niggas with that shit man!
(Hey! Hey) diamond D on the track! (yeah)
Ahhhh! (Hey)
Hey first of all wanna thank
My connect for putti'n
Me on game and always bein' on deck
Young Cuban
So I had to get the link up on my neck
Then I link the homie Crack
To make this money manifest
Architect the many schemes with
The intent to dividends
To come direct in my direction type
Of shit when shit come in
My formula is immaculate, net worth the
Slangin' shit the masses want while
Gettin' lifted by the hemp
My niggas always packin' pistols
Wanna trip? Then be my guest
Blaow! And then we disappear
With pure finesse
And bitches like Montana tryna end
Up more like Sosa
So I gamble with the coke until
My cash flow runneth over
Got so many stash spots, my G
More weight than a boulder
Rather cliché to save a homie
Fuck how you feel
And I'ma keep stackin' the stack and
Make this paper for real
From Dade County to The Bronx
I'm tryna come up for real
We'll score some bomb piff to
Reach to way higher conscious
Use the ruby from what's blazin
To enlighten the darkness aight, aight
Yo, Nick Nick Nick, chill chill, man! (Oh)
Chill Nick! (Shit nigga)
That's it, Nick! (Man, I can go forever bruh)
Nah Nah Nah Nah, this the
Future, Nick Shades, chill chill, man!
(Hey)
(Oh word? Let's get it)
Yo, Nick, let's just go off on
This bitch right here, man, classic shit
(Straight bars, bro)
Go in, no punches no, nothin', man
(No type of shit like that)
Let's go! Uh! (Cypher style) yeah!
Now check it out
I'll kill your baby in your baby carriage
Bust a shotgun at your wedding
That's a perfect marriage
Pray to God a nigga catch your G in his ride
Hit 'em with that
(BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP) Cracker, stand your ground
This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
I see zombies in the trap next
To Phantoms and the ghost pussy on the pole
Prophesies an option when you grow up
On the stove and your pops is never home, uh
We miss the heroin with the tranquilizer
Nigga all that's missin' is the
Thrill of synthesizin', nigga
Junkies hobblin' back like like a Clydesdale
Throwin' niggas off the boat like crime fell
I'm on the top deck on the coast of Tropez
Spendin' coins
Chasin' tail just to drop heads
High times, pull the mag fully loaded chrome
Rollin' stones on the cover
Of the Rolling Stone
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
(Ay, you did that shit though, Crack)
Yo, Nicky Shades! (yeah! yeah)
Hit them niggas with that shit man!
(Hey! Hey) diamond D on the track! (yeah)
Ahhhh! (Hey)
Hey first of all wanna thank
My connect for putti'n
Me on game and always bein' on deck
Young Cuban
So I had to get the link up on my neck
Then I link the homie Crack
To make this money manifest
Architect the many schemes with
The intent to dividends
To come direct in my direction type
Of shit when shit come in
My formula is immaculate, net worth the
Slangin' shit the masses want while
Gettin' lifted by the hemp
My niggas always packin' pistols
Wanna trip? Then be my guest
Blaow! And then we disappear
With pure finesse
And bitches like Montana tryna end
Up more like Sosa
So I gamble with the coke until
My cash flow runneth over
Got so many stash spots, my G
More weight than a boulder
Rather cliché to save a homie
Fuck how you feel
And I'ma keep stackin' the stack and
Make this paper for real
From Dade County to The Bronx
I'm tryna come up for real
We'll score some bomb piff to
Reach to way higher conscious
Use the ruby from what's blazin
To enlighten the darkness aight, aight
Yo, Nick Nick Nick, chill chill, man! (Oh)
Chill Nick! (Shit nigga)
That's it, Nick! (Man, I can go forever bruh)
Nah Nah Nah Nah, this the
Future, Nick Shades, chill chill, man!
(Hey)