one ticket please
andre nickatina
the rap game ain't never bore me
motherfuckers is mostly glory
wait 'till the venom hit 'em
i chill with player's and rap god's and shere khan's
while cookin porkchops in the kitchen
this game is so cold and man you cant tell
it's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
there ain't no o.r. and man there ain't no bail
it's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell
hot of god look on the gifted
come on in better hide your biscuit
freaks they wanna know ya
with a angel on your shoulder
you want some paper bitch
you better pull a caper bitch
double glock scared of that enemy
make you step back for infinity
then get your dough homie
half ounce of that sticky
freak said she wanna get with me
it's like tiger prawns and caviar
doin 110 in a foreign car
keep your mackin up the par
keep your stackin up the par
yo! it's just like livin' it up
yo! it's just like givin' it up
yo! it's just like tippin' it up