Welcome me back bytch nikka, it's the rapper dude (Slash)
No actor dude (Brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nikka drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-Boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen too
We move on nikkas, rip two's on nikkas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out
Silly motherfukkas gettin carried away
But they fukk around with Fame and get carried away
Cuz I'm a nikka of the Earth, nikka of Sea
nikka of the Sky, the Fire, M.O.P.
I'm a front big willie, like I'm runnin this game
What I can play, Lil Fame like a mothafukka
Say why ya rollin, I'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the fukk you think you are nikka? Ron O'Neal? (fukk outta here)
All I really need is respect, that's what I'm mention for (bytch)
What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo?
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fukk I am, Fizzy Woe
Magnificent, baby