NICKATINA      I'm Serious, like Steady B   I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B   I talk to these ladies like Schooly D   Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me      I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com   The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John   Lost in my lusty ways   You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page.      EQUIPTO      You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to admit it   To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never quittin'   I always gave it all that I can, a little lazy   I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily      Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston   Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it   Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme   Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9?      NICKATINA      You know I spit technique to the freshest freak   Gimme a call you will see results in just a week   With the soul of a LOST HAWK   Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk      Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk   Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark   Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe,   Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory.      EQUIPTO      I'm feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet   The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent   No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play   Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche      I'm to the point ain't no time to waste   Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace   Imma spray in your face, any day, any place   Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze      A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo   We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show   The (?) push, Imma refund mine   See suckas, lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes.      NICKATINA      You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes   Standin' there just like a picture without the pose   Yes, y'all in the symphony call   Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall      How I did 'em all   And was I born to ball   Yo, but not on the hoop court   But walkin' through court      My gun-mouth that made it way down south   With the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out      Without a doubt.      EQUIPTO      I keep it movin' till my life is straight   It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space   I see the more money and these rhymes to make   I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate      Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown   The bizzle had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go"   Fast decisions made at the last minute   The cash flippin'   Fasho' we goin' past the limit.      NICKATINA      Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy   Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me   The wings of an angel just cut my face   I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case      Playboy, it's like magic   Man, in a packet   Mad like an addict in the sports (?) bracket   Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man      So put in my name with the eternal flames.      EQUIPTO      I'm so hot, the track meltin'   Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in   Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash   Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map      It's called class   Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff   Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get   Imma rip through the city and tell a sucka "try again"   You see me flowin' to this track like the violins.