hard to tell since i enjoyed everyone's verses on there, but X's verse is one of my favorites
Don't came at me wit no bullshyt, use caution
Cause when I wet shyt, I dead shyt, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering
Got nikkas fearin, fukk whatchu heard, this what you hearing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest nikkas flip, when I start a bunch of shyt
I like p*ssy, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet
Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, nikkas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shyt buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on your toe
Now who gon' tell your mother, her baby's under a cover
In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hardheaded nikka that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for
(What's that?) Surgery wit the chainsaw
I hit the fukking streets
Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat
Mu'fukkers think it's all about impressing bytches and stressing bytches
Well, I'm testing bytches game, undressing bytches, and caressing bytches
And dealing wit mu'fukkers on all level, what I'm dealing with is all devils
fukking with snakes running with nikkas you call rebels
I got an army of 730 nikkas, dirty nikkas
That come through and worry nikkas
30 nikkas that like to bury nikkas and scary nikkas get it all the time
Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shyt until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fukk witchu
And if you wit my man, then he getting stuck witchu
And gave it the money, cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine
Boss of crime, black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
bytch-ass nikkas who act snotty
Get it
