the rhyme king
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It's the nikka with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels
Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth
make me put that tool to use
these nikkaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf/
Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end
Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz
If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will
only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs
Hat low its not a weak link in my squad
I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God
As far as rappers I'm thinkin theyre frauds
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard
For once trust me you don't wanna start problems
the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
So if you on the block wit only a few grams man
then you a bird nikka, Tucan Sam
And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that
Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?
Thank god he ain't fukkin wit that red line
cuz i'll merk any nikka that disrespect mine
If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline
You ain't the best, what memo got sent?
if you got dogs what kennel they in?
So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint
then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin
Aint no type guts wit you
you terrel owens them nikkaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when nikkaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
I'll give it to any nikka, I mean any nikka
big man or skinny nikka, dare a dude tempt me nikka
auto or semi nikka, dump it till it's empty nikka
they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny nikka
Check the time it's around that hour
lil nikkaz they ain't around that powder
They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power
plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, know the toys bust loco
they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo
And yea that 5 slide and clock
im the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box
Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw
You don't move white you lyin dogg
that's a neverending story without the white flying dog
These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread
they in dept, tampon nikkaz still in the red
And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching
Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth
make me put that tool to use
these nikkaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf/
Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end
Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz
If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will
only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs
Hat low its not a weak link in my squad
I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God
As far as rappers I'm thinkin theyre frauds
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard
For once trust me you don't wanna start problems
the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
So if you on the block wit only a few grams man
then you a bird nikka, Tucan Sam
And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that
Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?
Thank god he ain't fukkin wit that red line
cuz i'll merk any nikka that disrespect mine
If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline
You ain't the best, what memo got sent?
if you got dogs what kennel they in?
So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint
then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin
Aint no type guts wit you
you terrel owens them nikkaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when nikkaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
I'll give it to any nikka, I mean any nikka
big man or skinny nikka, dare a dude tempt me nikka
auto or semi nikka, dump it till it's empty nikka
they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny nikka
Check the time it's around that hour
lil nikkaz they ain't around that powder
They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power
plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, know the toys bust loco
they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo
And yea that 5 slide and clock
im the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box
Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw
You don't move white you lyin dogg
that's a neverending story without the white flying dog
These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread
they in dept, tampon nikkaz still in the red
And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching
