
Date of issue: 11.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Town Thizzness
Song language: English
H.N.I.C. |
I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard |
I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard |
While you bitch niggas actin' like broads |
I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge |
Get guap, never hate, never perpetrate |
Never listen to what them suckas say, them niggas hella fake |
I put the word out, niggas get eliminated |
Young Stalin done made it, they damn sure hate it |
I used to be broke so I guess I updated |
Flirted with the turf, moved hella worth |
Purple for dessert, smokin' in Arizona |
No matter where ever I’m at I’m hanging on the corner |
Lookin' around, checkin' everybody gear |
Like yup, I’m the freshest nigga over here (over here) |
Trailing the money like a stock broker |
Cause when it comes to the coke I’m a share holder |
Jesus on my shoulder, one nation under him |
Fuck with young Stalin, nigga I’ll smother them |
Livewire hold the West up like a safety pin |
Stalin, Shady and Jay Jonah the fire man |
I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard |
I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard |
While you bitch niggas actin' like broads |
I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge |
The bag weigh a gram, the zip twenty nine |
This shit gonna sell and these nigga gonna buy |
They sixteen in L.A. tweny four in Chicago |
I’m up and down the interstate, indo with the rallo |
Thirty round dick in my shit with the hollow |
I jump out strapped nigga every where that I go |
It’s always a drought around Cinco de Mayo |
But blood still got 'em for the seventeen five though |
I dry cook, I don’t put it in the pot |
I put it in the microwave and watch it rise to the top (ding!) |
Hit it with the ice and make one big cookie |
I got the Jackie-O if you niggas want the nookie |
The zip come hard, I don’t sell my soft |
And you ain’t gotta fuck with me, I’m a get mine all |
Ice cream, seven hundred a pop |
Add two more dollars if I gotta make the drop, fuck wit me |
I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard |
I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard |
While you bitch niggas actin' like broads |
I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge |
I got cream for the fiends on the dope spot |
Rubber band knots, from the coke white |
If I don’t hustle all day then I don’t sleep right |
Livewire go, make sure a nigga money right |
Plus my whip tight, I’m a hustler |
You third string, that means you workin' for the customer |
Nigga I blow more smoke than a muffler |
Catch you outta pocket I’ll be knockin' at your jugular |
Home of the brave, more game than a arcade |
Work on the turf, got bitches on a blade |
Fittin to stack my money up buy me a dropped escalade |
Two thousand and eight Benz painted cherry kool-aid |
With this snow I’m great, shit I know why they hate |
Cause I’m famous in the hood like a Philly cheese steak |
And I leave California whenever I take a break |
Plus I take my scale so I know what I make |
I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard |
I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard |
While you bitch niggas actin' like broads |
I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge |
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