*bumps Shootouts*
All these years later I still get chills from the verses
"Fat ass dissolvin, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
cause she's a nympho, suckin dikk and coughin up info
So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazin from the neck up"
"My man Killa let off, half of them fake nikkaz jet off
Police blitz quick, waitin for that to set off
Runnin the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of fakkits
Startin shyt in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is still out
Let's make it real and still make them nikkaz famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearin Jake retaliatin, and Wiz was up the alley waitin
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleedin inside, and ain't been back since ninety-five"
Chills my nikka. shyt is like a movie playing...