This shyt right here
I'm an ignorant and negative nikka
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shyt, and say I'm better than nikkas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nikka
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nikka to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my nikkas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife