Falcon And The Snowman (feat. Equipto)

[Verse 1: Equipto]
 I infect the whole set and collect the cash
 And I'm gon' run game but respect the past
 Got long range ...(?) into small change
 Then kick and parlay
 Exchangin' back to back rhymin'
 Word play for (?) for the studio timin'
 And can't wait for the hate and feedback
 I (?) when I break down the weed in my rap
 [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
 I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
 Meanin' my city is the city of dope
 Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
 Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
 If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
 Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
 Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
 [Verse 3: Equipto]
 Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo'
 While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas)
 I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci's
 I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's
 Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play(?) off loose I execute
 On site you're too hype, you might get snatched
 Just like your gold chain and no name raps
 [Verse 4: Andre Nickatina]
 Homie don't ask me about that chick
 Because about any chick I plead the fifth
 Call me Saint Nick when I spit the gift, real rap cat on a pirate ship
 Lock and chain like Sid Vicious, I done used my three wishes
 When it come to swishers, cut the heart
 Listenin' to Al Green in the dark
 Jumped in the ride with the leather coat
 Looked in the rear view, who pops the (?)
 Just when I thought that I saw a ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke
 [Verse 5: Equipto]
 ...(?)
 Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope
 I campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous
 Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch(?)
 Like this, can't trip when I get across
 Set it off, lay 'em down with no second thoughts
 Impulsin, indo indulgin, keep blowin, Falcon and the Snowman
 [Verse 6: Andre Nickatina]
 Tiga my raps, are just like a diamond heist
 Cause the way I shine you might lose your sight
 In my brand new Phat Farm vest, new kango Polo, no less
 Grab the cream, get your team who ...(?)
 In ya face, cocksucka, it's a new regime
 You're out again but it really don't matter
 Had it with the new improved police scanner
 Hang the banners, yo cock the hammers
 Or forever in life you'll wear a Pamper
 [Verse 7: Equipto]
 It was pivotal when you (?) pitiful answers
 Rhymes are avalanchin' the average rapper
 You're sweatin, then goin' all out representin'
 You're in and out steppin' like 3-5-7
 I kept it honest, promise, no threatin'
 You're probably (?), if not forgettin'
 I stepped in the house, throwback with the (?)
 Excused the fool, but hold back with the hatin'
 [Verse 8: Andre Nickatina]
 Check it crack the bottle, then crack the whip
 Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip
 I'm like an angel, but at an angle
 And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that
 Blow back in my crocka sack
 To the Benz dealer that the Cadillac is back
 I had to turn (?) Moonshine into yak
 And then the ATF wanna come raise the track
 [Verse 9: Equipto]
 I connive with more drive then multiply chedda
 I can see the fortune without the teller
 Cut back the raw rap and release the classic
 Suckas that jaw jap but I look past 'em
 I get detailed just (?) and graphic
 Practice the graph 'till I'm knowin' it backwards
 Spit it with a passion, ...(?)
 The I release the masters, study the game
 [Verse 10: Andre Nickatina]
 Okay, I hit the night skies with the ruby red eyes
 The streets are hurtin, I can hear her cries
 Freaks wear shoes that's not their size
 And here come Nicky with the felony rhyme
 And the melody crime, can you crack the case?
 Like a bat outta hell as I start to race
 Scars on my face, dictate the hate
 Get a scale for the rhyme when I push the weight