H.N.I.C. - J. Stalin, Messy Marv

I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard

I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard

While you bitch niggas actin' like broads

I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge

Get guap, never hate, never perpetrate

Never listen to what them suckas say, them niggas hella fake

I put the word out, niggas get eliminated

Young Stalin done made it, they damn sure hate it

I used to be broke so I guess I updated

Flirted with the turf, moved hella worth

Purple for dessert, smokin' in Arizona

No matter where ever I’m at I’m hanging on the corner

Lookin' around, checkin' everybody gear

Like yup, I’m the freshest nigga over here (over here)

Trailing the money like a stock broker

Cause when it comes to the coke I’m a share holder

Jesus on my shoulder, one nation under him

Fuck with young Stalin, nigga I’ll smother them

Livewire hold the West up like a safety pin

Stalin, Shady and Jay Jonah the fire man

I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard

I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard

While you bitch niggas actin' like broads

I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge

The bag weigh a gram, the zip twenty nine

This shit gonna sell and these nigga gonna buy

They sixteen in L.A. tweny four in Chicago

I’m up and down the interstate, indo with the rallo

Thirty round dick in my shit with the hollow

I jump out strapped nigga every where that I go

It’s always a drought around Cinco de Mayo

But blood still got 'em for the seventeen five though

I dry cook, I don’t put it in the pot

I put it in the microwave and watch it rise to the top (ding!)

Hit it with the ice and make one big cookie

I got the Jackie-O if you niggas want the nookie

The zip come hard, I don’t sell my soft

And you ain’t gotta fuck with me, I’m a get mine all

Ice cream, seven hundred a pop

Add two more dollars if I gotta make the drop, fuck wit me

I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard

I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard

While you bitch niggas actin' like broads

I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge

I got cream for the fiends on the dope spot

Rubber band knots, from the coke white

If I don’t hustle all day then I don’t sleep right

Livewire go, make sure a nigga money right

Plus my whip tight, I’m a hustler

You third string, that means you workin' for the customer

Nigga I blow more smoke than a muffler

Catch you outta pocket I’ll be knockin' at your jugular

Home of the brave, more game than a arcade

Work on the turf, got bitches on a blade

Fittin to stack my money up buy me a dropped escalade

Two thousand and eight Benz painted cherry kool-aid

With this snow I’m great, shit I know why they hate

Cause I’m famous in the hood like a Philly cheese steak

And I leave California whenever I take a break

Plus I take my scale so I know what I make

I’m in the hood pitchin' rocks out my front yard

I’m on the block gettin' guap on the boulevard

While you bitch niggas actin' like broads

I’m H-N-I-C the head nigga in charge