[Verse 1: Nickatina]
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like Salvatore Ferragamo with the diamond sparrow
A rap cat with the BOSS apparel
I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell
Money and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock you like a baby grand
Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal
I make MC's do angel dust
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump
I don't know why I get high
I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry
Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hit the metal
Pinocchio you know son of Gepetto, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

[Verse 2: Equipto]
Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything
Always feel it deep inside just like Mary J
Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin
Grew up fast just like Anakin
Baby is gullible, as Alice in Wonderland
All the excuses in the world I can't understand
Cause I'm a man of these times, demand to get high
Blow big with my closest family ties
Ain't no way to intervene in my industry
Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies
One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written
It goes on, as long as time commences
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