Crooked Crow Andre Nickatina (Ft. Herm)

[Verse 1]
I hit these niggas with the punishment
Enemy schemes top secret like the government
So check my rep from Don King, my nigga (What else?)
A word from the wise, don't trust that bitch
I watch these motherfuckers melt like a grilled cheese sammich
Chewy on the go, then smoke, then vanish
So nigga, fuck Monopoly 'cause this is how I play
Lockin' niggas down like they in Pelican-fuckin'-Bay
Solitary, it's 1995, February
And you won't see the sun until 2000 January
Nickatina, I'm like a Pisces but a submariner
Crossed your eyes when I knocked you out 'cause you said I double-teamed her
It's the pit, Doberman, Rotts and shit
Laid like a perm on a bad-ass bitch
Big lips, smooth legs, I'm like a chicken hawk
These caterpillars better post on a night watch
It's goin' down, eight pounds of that dank skunk
This crooked crow said I'm a nigga that he couldn't trust
Man, I don't care what you think, you fuckin' super-sucker
Man, I don't care what you think, you fuckin' dirty clucker
Man, I don't care what you think, you fuckin' Tommy Tucker
Man, I don't care what you think, you cuttin' motherfucker
You's a crooked crow

[Verse 2]
Mind on temporary drama
Fuck these motherfuckers, but I'm a angel when I'm wit my mama
So wrap yo' arms around your body like a straitjacket
Bow down and let me rid you of those same old tactics
'Cause this chewy got me high until the next day (Next day)
Motherfucker, I'm lookin' through you like an x-ray
Potna, nigga, has death ever seen your face?
Well I don't think you wanna taste my strapped to my waist
Like yowder, ho, get up off that powder
Lemon, motherfucker, I can see that you sour
Lime, your nine cents short of a dime
Niggas is broke, that's why niggas do crime
Battle, nigga, like Dallas and the 'Niners
Wheres your woman? Motherfucker, better find her
It's chillin', hatred in the mind, Matt Dillon
My Vietnam stare will have you bouncing of the ceiling, yeah