Honeycomb Video (MV)

f/ Nocturnal Hustlers



[Verse 1 - 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 5-0

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 mines, and the rhyme design

Flamboyant like the Liberace, blow weed like kamikaze

To the bitches that really want me, to the niggas that never spot me

Throw 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 twelfth grade tiga, man we gon' sell thangs

Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago

Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco

My mother got a twin sister

Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister

I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my mother's sister

Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind

Brought up and born in the church with doin' major sin

On everything I'm in, this how I play to win

Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga cringe

Cu-cu-cu-cut your body

Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty...



[Chorus - Andre Nickatina]

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



[Verse 2 - 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 nuclear 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 (?), the trunk boomin' like a (?)

With more nuts than Murder Dog, we bust it like shot guns

Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun

I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things under raps

And my floors with (?) just to stay on track

Get it crackin' like pile drivers, the microphone migivers desire

to stay higher than five sky divers

And if 5-0 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] x2



[Verse 3 - KD]

I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mitts

We never slip cuz we all about our grip, don't trip

We're the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a f*ck

And we crush what we bust

Credential city on the hush

Cuz I wipe 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 hustler and I love to play my cards right

So understand I'm the man in this

Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannabis

Like the bodies in cemeteries, we stayin' underground

They told me drop it like it's hot, so I had to put it down



[Chorus]