Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nikka, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bytches among us
Tryin not to let this bullshyt become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bytches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead bytch, the Reaper done came
I suggest nikkaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
nikkaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
nikka flows like none other - I'm the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Motherfukkers..
Y'all nikkaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other