Fly Like A Bird Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Man I'm a coke rap spitter 

A hair pin trigger 

A crime rhyme dealer 

Is illa but on the rilla 

Spit around tornado lust 

For the words 

Rap it up like dope, 

Fly like a bird 

Nothing but baking soda the 

Motorola do it well 

Up in your face man with something 

To sell 

I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga 

Just spinnin time with 45, 357s 

And 9's 

My figure 8, its real its not fake 

Strawberry soda garlic bread and 

Steak 

Ahead in the chase and hide 

Behind the wheel 

You talk more money and we can 

Make a deal 

(make a deal square ass n*) 

I'm not a screw face, I keep my 

Boots laced 

And listen to the homies brag about 

They gun case 

They off taste, crank beat with more bass 

My court date, and I came in hella late 

The cross game, wear rings with no chains 

Holla at the guard if you a rap cat mane 

Nickel plated, now the engergys penetrated 

I put that on my life I'm glad you never made it 

Raw hide, all in my blood line 

You never find a drug like me and no kine 

Don't hide, cause it makes it more divine 

To put you in the firing line on valentines 

February, or was it January 

I lose my memory when it come to you canaries 

Its necessary, on guard with what you carry 

Split the middle of the swicher then add the blueberry 

I'm not a damn fool, I live bay rules 

Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang 

Make change, get bread to kick game 

I knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame 

No shame, and I'm greedy to the brain 

You know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain 

Crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain 

I don't spend dollars on expenseive champagne 

Rip hearts and I pound the sky larks 

Petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks 

New suede, from the stage to the grave 

Hot days, means pistols in the shade 

It ain't strange, motherfucker you sell cane 

Add a little color to the picture frame 

The rhyme cheetah, throw on the wife beater 

T-shirt jeans tennis shoes didn't see ya 

And this analogy, is a new strategy 

And this academy is headed for a tragedy 

It sounds to me that you're tryin to break free 

And snakes like me don't allow that see 

At close range you can see my vertigo 

Venom in the soul and I'm ready to let it go 

With no control, man it can grow like a rose 

And I'm standing right there in my Filmo' pose 

When a child cries, in the heart a father dies 

Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive 

Lethal, multiply to equal 

Bumpin see-bo on the way to Tahoe 

I'm stage left, at the store remian chef 

Man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F 

The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota 

Runnin down the stairs of the project do a 

Kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby 

And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby 

You say the word, then here come the words put 

Mustard on they rap and then fly like a bird