Tight to Death

Nikia Jonez can spit it and sound so gangsta, pourin up this liquor, so don't pull a wangtsa. We gone smoke, and we gone drank, this is how we do it pimpin, what'd you think. We eatin everyday cause the money just right, up in ya house til the early morning light. Fightin the man, and just killin time, so i peice together truth just write this ryhme. Making fun of crackheads, we call them ghost, watch em feind in the street, and then we laugh the most. Buying all the swishers at 3 a.m. so we can burn all night and start again. Never go to sleep cause there's too much going, wanna live like my lines, i just wanna keep flowing. I holler at my homie all the way downtown, show up at his crib get the do-do and get down. Chillin so hard that i can't even stand, watching for the police cause i ain't going to the can. Missing the streets where i first did my thang, wonderin if one day i could return again. Sittin in a haze waitin on the call, meetin niggas up in the middle of the mall. Just one more day in this life of mine, one more try just bust a ryhme. Nikia jones, is not your average cracker, not no kind of sucka, not no caking ass slacker. I'm trumptight, and i got few verses, chillin with Tupac in different universes. This is all, and it ain't no show and tell, I'm nikia jones nigga, if you hater go to hell.