Ho'Lat

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Shoot you like a free throw, don’t be no hero Turnt into a zero, I’m hard to find like Nemo Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format Walk on you like a doormat I made a bet, did they score that? Man money I fold that, dice I roll that Tell a freak to HO’LAT Oh you decided, money you gon’ hide it And not divide it, never split the pie And then you’re gonna lie and straight deny it? Hell's where your souls at, freak you’s a polecat And I’ma let you know that, and you can’t control that Straight expose that, until you HO’LAT Straight to the abyss, with a death wish Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list That’s bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak Homie where is that dro at? Yea you need to roll that It's time to blow that Fillmoe, HO’LAT [Verse 2: Krazyie Bone] Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don’t need a gun dude And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that Ain't no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO’LAT You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja I been (raised??) like a doctor, crooked like a copper Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama And you don’t really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac?) Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO’LAT If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? Wake em up like caffeine and coffee You're gonna need an army to disarm me 'Cus Im never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps I'm the typa man (???) toss you a hand grenade and say here (??) HO’LAT [Verse 3: Andre Nickatina] Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass Black bag fulla filthy cash Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last 'cus time goes real fast Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that Had to get that dough back Now its time to show that, quick control that Word life HOLD THAT This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall My rise and my fall I know you know that, Fillmoe don’t hold back San Francisco that Now where’s the hope at where’s the dope at, Homeboy HO’LAT [Verses 4: Krayzie Bone] Don’t gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix You know the Krayzie (gassin?) really got hits You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift (Then I come with a slow rap??) peace love hate mo rap When I spit it on a dope track Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO’LAT Tell em all look, real, recognize real Recognize steal and I recon you live Just with the skills, you can be killed Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/ mills) ??? niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that Blaze up, lemme smoke that And im toked, and im loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL’AT