I'm lighting on the track
Like Tyson on a mat.
They smile right in ya face and knife you in the back.
Yea the Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in shyt, creek in due time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop through any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the nikka next to him dyin'
War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'.
How the fukk New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds
The problem, is nikkas rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!)
That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom.
I should let em' rob him.
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Charmin
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin.
You in an apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket,
nikka! - My pants poppin' out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds.
What's for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!)
Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white button up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest nikka ballin' since Shaq!
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU nikkaS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)