wait in front a nikkas spot and watch him hit his block
I'll catch a nikka leavin' service if that's all I got
I'll chip a nikka then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "bytch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fukk with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nikka then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back