I'm A Pisces Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Gettin' in where I fit in, right? 

What that deuce, deuce poppin' like? 

Baby, I like the way you work that tongue 

You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks sprung 

It's the game, the muthafucka calls my name 

Product made of yola 'cuz the rules don't change 

The prettiest thing is new white wall tires 

I shoulda been a lawyer 'cuz I'm such a good liar 

Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie 

God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy 

Microphone cops steady fuckin' off my dealings 

Even when I'm workin', muthafuckas think I'm chillin' 

Recruitin' like the army or even the marines 

Some get rejected like black, jelly beans 

I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac 

Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps 

Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback 

But didn't touch my score 

A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner 

My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors 

Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs 

No love and cocaine raps 

Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable 

Tiga's start to jack when the dope ain't available 

Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt 

I'm tryin', to give your fine ass the raw and uncut 

I got no time to be a crybaby fool 

Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools 

Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps 

Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks 

Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride 

Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes 

Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades 

Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my high school days 

B. Adams, do you still love me? 

'Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free 

Cock back loaded and about to explode 

Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I'm outta control 

Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's number 1 client 

Two piece pings n rice allspice 

N an RX-7 cuttin' through'a da night 

I represent the look like the great Sam Cook 

Put a star by every freak in my true black book 

Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan 

You dealin' with a microphone bear 

Tear, pear, glare, where? Stare, check it, I don't care 

I just can't quit, shit, the rap game fanatic 

Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit 

Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees 

I think like a blind thief with the vision of G's 

Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T 

Ya lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug free 

But nigga that's a dream in another life 

So, until then my last word is re-light