When the gun's tucked, untucked, nikka you dies
Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven
Put you on the nikka news, UPN and 11
Where you been? You ain't heard?
Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend
I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again
That's right