For the nikka who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dikk
Talkin' shyt, he better lay low
For the bytch that said I shot some shyt up out of my dikk
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the nikkas who be claimin' my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinkin' I'm just talkin'
And I won't do a thing, really hope so