Ceasar Enrico Lyrics - Bullets - Andre Nickatina

The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew 

And he said, that your guilt 

Every fuckin' account 

He says you're done 

(Nndre Nickatina) 

Tiger, i think you better get it right 

Cuz shit go bump in the night 

Came up out tha gutta' 

Now it's all butta' 

And with my blade i cut like no other 

The runnin' of the bulls, muthafucka it's the matadoor 

Pep my new reew shoes on the marbol floor 

Roll around like a copo, eatin' on chicken 

I shootin' with my eyes close 

Hope i ain't missin' 

Firin' up weed till the early mornin' 

It's a lil bit lonley since my girl is gone 

Got my so called enemies 

Yea im back 

And you cop sucka fuckas gotta deal with that 

Cuz im loose like gun powda' hittin' in tha' canon 

Fly by me dont think about landin' 

Think about crashin' 

Cuz im about to fall 

And not before i break these laws 

Muthafucka it's the devils heart beating in your ear 

Hear goes the contract sold my career 

And im chillin' hear muthafucka in the physical form 

Reew my hair back just so i can hide my horns 

Na mean 

I've seen the rymes on the scene 

My rap sound better with crime on the scene 

Fillmo down comacaze a rap 

Gotta have a weed sack with my party pack 

It's like that 

Shit can heel like row melo 

Stir it up till the rocks up and turn yellow 

Heavily fiber it's the god of khan 

Wishes of my verdigo passes on 

Knockin' on the ferbigates high off bomb 

And you can see my life if you read my palm 

It's like that 

Ceazor Enrico Vandello... 

Fransico... And Anreco... (Repeat x2) 

Check this out dont move 

I hold you like a slow grove 

In my mind and my soul ima brake rules 

Here the new crew 

It's something like the cioty gang 

Comin' down on your town like black rain 

Blunts in cuts an' rapped up in the indeca 

Rymes are riped and hollow tips when they hittin' ya 

Man they really aint a friend of ya 

So it ain't no popin' my mind when they gettin' ya 

Turn like a top spittin' colp it gets 

Tell a record lable die if they hold the check 

Cuz its right here homie 

The fead is for cash 

You get it, then you split it then you hit it an' mash 

You talk like a squrl 

I hope you aint a sqwilla 

You lookin at a newer fool rap drug dealla 

Take fliet 

Buckle up like a plane ride 

Why oh why do i remain high 

Shootin at the sky that's over my head 

Hoppin that the bulets all wake the dead 

Lottanufdad the shake they bed 

But tuwa danuf dad gonna crack the feds 

Because i fly like a bat outta' hell 

That's for real 

Fake like a prisoner sittin in jail 

When it comes to these rymes betta' get the scale 

Or act like your blind fucker read it in bral 

Nigga crime fail 

No crime on the ride 

All in your eyes it's a sign of the times 

Heaily fiber it's the god of khan 

Witness of my verdigo passes on 

Standin at the perly gates high off bomb 

And you can see my life if you read my palm