Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - P-NUT BUTTER BREAKDOWN

[Mr. Pookie]

Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker

Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle I wont hesitate ta

Jus let you have it wit a few thangz

No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,I'm takin aim

Now all these methods, need to finish him

I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him

Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus cant be faded

High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it

Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya

Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular

And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha

Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver

Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker

Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla

Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat

As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet

Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain

As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?

Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it

Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it

Chorus[x2]

Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip

Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip

Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head

No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead

Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?)

Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be

Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives

Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent

And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own

Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home

It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree

Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)

Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin

Man I hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mine

And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you

Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool

Mr. Pookie, Mr. Muffit, K-Roc and C-Pone

Rippin beats we see on

Smokin killa til we gon

Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what

Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue

Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I aint gon have it

My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic

Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way

Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed

Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I stress

Turn tha S to a P on yo muthafuckin chest

It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen

Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin

Chorus [x2]

(Pookie please jus let me live, man)

Bitch would you let me live?

(Huh?)

That's wha I thought

(Gun shot)

Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldnt

Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt

Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz

Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver

Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me

Cause I don already fucked that hoe

But you cant tell and you cant see

How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm

Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb

Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz

Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass

I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted

I try to stop smokin so much, K-Roc keepin me weeded

Jus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no static

I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it

This nigga dont know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look

Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 Stoneycrook

Chorus [x2]

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