H.N.I.C.

Follow 1 fan

Messy Marv

Marvin Watson Jr. (born March 19, 1976), better known by his stage name Messy Marv, is an American rapper who grew up in the Fillmore district of San Francisco, California. He is the cousin of San Quinn. more »

1 View

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

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-IC 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
F*ck 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-IC 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 LA 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 f*ck with me
I'm a get mine all
Ice cream, seven hundred a pop
Add two more dollars if I
Gotta make the drop, f*ck 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-IC 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-IC the head nigga in charge

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!