Dog this whole verse
nikka preachin' before he got to preachin
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited nikkas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shyt like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach nikkas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the nikkas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request