Artist: Nocturnal Hustlers f/ Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) Album: Nocturnal Hustlers Song: Honeycomb Typed by: bonethug11@msn.com * * send corrections to the typist [Andre Nickatina] I'm such a diamond back sparrow Illegal drugs in a barrel After shootin' cupid with his own arrow Makin' noise like SLOT machines And when I CLOCK this cream I'ma get up in your mind Rap, GLOCKS, n thangs And crash the party like the 5-O But I didn't come to break it up, I came to make the party way more live ho! Situation's fornication You never seen an occupation like mine, and the rhyme design Flamboyant like the Liberace Blow weed like kamikaze To the bitches that really want me To the pigs that never spot me Blow heat like quarter backs Down at the warder track I gave ya money for dope You bring the quarter back Indica and everythang And when the bell rings It's like the twelveth grade, tiga man we gon' sell thangs Make trips to Hollywood And Chicago Down in the Florida Keys, and Marraco My mother got a twin sister 'Mean if I see my mother's sister, I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my mother's sister Aim like a P2-10 Bullets that cut the wind Brought up and born in the church With doin' major sin On everything I'm in Is how I play to win Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga grin Cu-cu-cu-cut your body Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty... [Chorus] Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone You think it's jokes to crack on your funny bone [Savage C] My style is like a rifle Spittin' on rivals And I put that on disciples in the Bible I'm spiteful Of crooked hoes, crooked po's, and crooked crows I blaze studios with nucleur thorough flows Mouth runnin' like a track meet No diggity like Black Street Lyrically we pack heat Like jackas on back streets Suckas is sorry like Atari We're hotter than the safari Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off a fifth of Bacardi Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley Hittin' j's like Iverson Rhymin' doper than Vidakin Trunk boomin' like a siracin With more nuts than Murder Dog We bustin' like shot guns Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things on the raps And my floors with ajacks just to stay on track Get it crackin' like pile drivers The microphone migiver's desire to stay higher than five sky divers And if 5-O creeps, they gettin' shook like hands While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champs We block journals while blazin verbals til' our hands turn purple You'll get jumped like hurdles by Nicky and Nocturnal [Chorus] [KD] I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mits We never slip cuz we all about our grip, Don't trip We're the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a fuck And we crush what we bust Prudential city on the hush Cuz I write the songs up on the microphone Until the fights break out and all the lights turn on It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights Know nothin' but hard nights A Nocturnal huslter never love to play my cards right So understand I'm the man in this Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannibis Like the bodies in cemetaries We stayin' underground They told me drop it like it's hot, So I had to put it down [Chorus]