You motherfukkers is sick, don't think Sauce the shyt
So many nikkaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dikk
Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fukk to win, y'all nikkaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet nikkaz and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nikka, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bytch
Whips fatter than them shyts they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nikka who pull quick, still packin
for you Phil Jackson nikkaz on that Bull