I'm A Junkie

Andre Nickatina

[** feat. Equipto:]

[Intro: ~Andre Nickatina~]

Now I, played some hoes in my life*

But I never played this ho before

ANd I swear, if it's cool

Ho I only wanna be

[Andre Nickatina:]

Man I speak with percision

Money's my religion

Freak how you livin

I fly like a pigeon

This is the mind of a rap cat

And get all the money and the hoes yo and never try to hatchback

I talk shit in the cadillac

It's about two AM my freak is sippin on cognac

She love me I love her right back

But yo it's a different kind of love

Man kill her with the kisses and the hugs

Sometime she might cry like a dove

She know I got hustle in my blood

She know I don't spit no scams

I like candy yams

I never jepordize who I am

I don't have to try to cross her

The word play I display man it'll haunt her

Man take these CD's yo and bring the cash back

I'm a junkie for the money how you like that

And how you like that

I bet you like that

I spect you like that

I think you like that

[Equipto:]

I live life we think we didn't care

And leave the scene with my pinky in the air

I left my mark with dents in my imprints

And chalked it up with Goldie my big friend

Discuss the thang like what's the game

When all fails it's all hell we trust the game

And I'm confident, I spit it like no other on the continent

And I ain't lookin for your sympathy or compliments

You work regardless put it aside

You might feel a little pain that's just your pride

Now baby wide open, breakin the rules

In the shoes of a prostitude bout to choose

I'm chosen all up in the rhyme like a metaphor

Promote the Queeze help me go ghetto gold

[Andre Nickatina:]

You're lookin at the culture of the rap culture

You stare long enough you might see just move on my poster

I might have to ice grill ya

If you talk outta line and the god don't feel ya

I put your mind in a octagon

And you'll devote your whole world tryin to play with Kahn

You ride around in the flyest car

Your catered at the bar

I have you shining like a lucky star

And all you gotta do is take this and bring it back

Take this and bring it back

Take this and bring it back

Shit, and now I'm laughin at the money stacks

And all your friends and your buddy pack is lookin for this rap cat

Man it's the gift boss

And get the hot sauce

And don't ask what the clothes or the cars cost

I like to mad floss

Man get my hair did

And talk shit to a chick eatin spare ribs

She said she love me

I make her heart feeze

Alright baby, then move these CD's