nikkaz is lame, they chain ain't worth nothin'
gold-plated, colorful glass, that shyt ass
take it off, give that shyt to your girl, that bytch trash
I'm a slumdog millionaire that still ride the ferry boat
tuna fish, bag of chips, and a fukking cherry Coke
bet he broke, bet he not, bet that nikka's more
truthfully I'm stacking bytch, I'm ready for the war
Decepticon Sean, lexicon of weapons drawn
king of the Brook, I'm a rook, you a pawn
king of the apes, you king of the shrimps, you a prawn
I don't harmonize, I sodomize tracks, sing along
king kong, nikka, Idi Amin
big guns, big bands in your city with bling
loyalty, royalty, whole committee of kings
dude, your whole click's ass, I will shyt on your team
we fire, street fighters
marijuana & Newports, we need lighters
nikkaz can't rap, matter of fact, they need writers
maximum security bars: we need lifers
