(Nickatina)   Man it's the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil   Bullets from behind wit your peoples   I serenade the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini   Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the kill genie   State the state and face the face crop the bass    The rap the race the rhyme the weight the god the sign   The rom of don of spawn of khan, now whatchu doin' there khan?   Rap til I steal-her for-real illa with alligator blood veins   Me and a pisces hit the drug main   Eatin' on steak in the late night, tiger get your brain right   Dickey get the game tight, 'den fuck em all   Hear me once and you'll never forget    I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got this ready to spit   Hot raps that burn and yearn fuck it you'll wait your turn   You'll get cut in line everytime   Man I live by the sword and die by the gun   And not give a fuck and why? 'cause I'm young   Raps that backtrack and crack the sky ask me why    Check if you deserve to die   Shit a Rip Van Winkel ebeneezer   Kill the plea ya kill the tea ya kill to ease the pain   That scarred the game on tiger's brain, sigh   Now that's a cold mother fucker, iced out.      (Chorus)   What's that in your ring homie? Iced out.   What's that in your chain homie? Iced out.   Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out.   Do the coldest heart men deserve to die?      What's that in your ring homie? Iced out.   What's that in your chain homie? Iced out.   Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out.   Do the coldest heart men deserve to die?      (Equipto)   You wanna get in my mix man? I really doubt that   'cause I'm hard to swallow like a mouth full of crack   And I'm hard to follow like a cheetah on crank   And I'm hard to break like the lock on a safe   In a federal bank so don't dare try to hack this   Maxed stay the bass, 'cause I'ma be frank   If you crack the code then I'ma crack your face   And if I catch ya case they won't set the date for the trial   'cause I'ma put you under the ground and in 10 years   You'll be food for a cow how you like me now just like kumody   'cause I got Andre Nicky up in 214   And like a newport bean I had to ask for green   To achieve my goals and make my dreams my reality   And what I got, I got killaz on a salary   Makin' an hourly wage off this game that we play   For wonder bread and ground beef   A ticket to a meal to me that sounds sweet   So we bring the heat until the meat gets cooked   Or til the deed gets took or to whichever comes first      (Chorus)      (Nickatina)   Man the way I blaze the blueberry it's like I'm in the military   Gotta have a chopper tiger fire everytime   I spits like a cobra rare anaconda boa constrictoris keep my pictures   Man the lexus 4 door, trips to morocco, damns in in soho, trinity and coco   See ya, and run ya like a red light and when it turns green    I hit the weed, increase the speed   Man it's so don doda, magic like harry potter   Take it over like nino did the cartah, projects   High tech low tech what's the spread? I might say go Jets, Nickatina   The freight train at hells gates pain    you know standing there fuckin like a gun range   And I do it for the lords the lords all the kings    The kings that brang the dream and all the gleam   Hit Vegas like a conioni with the mac in my blood    And not a macaroni, K-K-K-Khan   Party til I die nigga, some wonder why nigga   But that's the mindstate when you gettin' high nigga   Set me up to cut things I'm like a mustang   Ready to rush-bust tough thangs      (Chorus)