The walls have ears lil' nikka, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nikka, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nikka, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shyt clear lil' nikka, I run New York
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shyt,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bytch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shyt he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shyt he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shyt, (fukkin' fakkit)