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(equipto) (chorus)Yeah...talez from the siccGot equipto, dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-loThese are the talez the talez from the siccThese are the talez we spit when we litThese are the talez the talez that we spitThese are the talez that we spit so sick (Andre Nickatina)This scrilla game that get yo mane That like to hook upon your pager rap attack backThat sell dope to ya next door neighborDo ya make ya die like an arabian knightYou got the money fuck them hoes cuz the weed is rightMan I rip em then I hit em wellBustin like a cannon ballTreat em like a soda mac you know I got a can of all (mac-10)I close my eyes on these haters on these soon seenThis who it be 10 dolla n to loc and the d-r-eWe play this game for real timeAnd it aint no tellin when I cross the line I want all mineYou better be readyIm the nigga that`ll be up in all ya faceLook around and Im in your place Aint no runnin or nowhere to hideIm on your ass for the tasteYou fucked up mine for the last timeNow you pay the priceDont want no excuse for your mistakeYou pay with yo life ( II sicc)We on a paper chaseDown for the bread spittin raps from the headCatch the vapors from the ledgeYou know its dre dog and mac-10Real g`s about they scrillType of niggas that keep it realNiggas that pack that steel triggasSportin gold lugz to hilfigersStill bigga for my kill niggasFuck wit my scratch I used to deal niggasShit I been down wit dat pimpin hoesIn the black mo black on leather sittin on dubsTack the hot side and we be ridin smokin a twomp and a bag of bluntz (equipto)Im movin it like a vandalScramble just like Ran ho Handle on a daily baby lovin a baby lovin to gambleTakin over on all these channels and save yo scrillIts top secret please believe its gonna pay the billsInterprize my weigh in all the homies Johnny BlazinAnd tracin on my fashion when I rap I shine amazinIts time for all the creep slow and like when we growI hit em consistent down to dirty and to bell below (Andre Nickatina)I brought welcomes to you funeral and flowers to your wifeI gave yo mom a little money and I also baked a cakeThey got me nicktearpin time and you aint heard of mineIm loaded like a tommy gun posses the quikin rymeI climb flimb mine yeah to crack ya alpine And put together word for the street designI do it like its critical serve it like its britical And know nothin now I keep lookin ??? ( mac-10)Look at me fucked like theres some other motherfucas in hereIm about my scrilla scratch and I bet my life is all real..... its all realA lot of niggas that play the game aint feelin the 10But I bet you wanna fall off in the game you know im playin to winI got nothin but slugs for ya nothin but drugs for ya nothin but mud for yaIn this game of tugga war Im a boss bitch the John Ross of boss game da boss fame brought ya niggas the boss name (II sicc )Nicky come and fix this game spit shellin no bailin with ex-felons No tellin what we might do when we inhalin the indoIm here to fuck the world hoppin you hatters all dieGot the game twisted like curls all strapped up in my 4-5Real g`s about they scrill sayin so nigga thats realSo im stompin up in my steal zippin the side on chrom wheels15th on my hit and while your bitch is suckin my dick got me bumpin II siccGot the bud and got lit and now you lovin my shit (equipto)Top rappin I make it happen cut off you aint addapin We laughin off the dank and walk the plank cuz he the captainBreak em off just like a fraction cant slip equipt traction We passin the doger get any closer and im mashinQuadrople up my tatches we blowin like a saxes With a status that never would of happened without practiceI hold it to the sky berry still gettin by my life until I dieIgnorin all your replies like (Andre Nickatina)Broken feathers keep together hot cold any kind of weather Pay a ho no never...she cant hit it aint I cleverStuck you like the convict especially when the bong hitsLettin ya know yo how mad shere khan getsPut you in the basket ya motherfuckin bastard Shut you like elastic hit you with the tragicDo it like its magic watch the way I bag itShake it up like shake and bake with raps I make (chorus)

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