Oh, oh, we gonna kill them with the big shotgun
Yeah, fukk why'all nikkas who's talkin', nikka
nikkas talkin' shyt over here, nikka
fukk why'all nikkas want to do
Aw shyt, these nikkas done started over here
They talkin' shyt, say we ain't rappin' (What?)
nikkas has got the nerve, and look who platinum
nikkas been runnin' off at the mouth
Before they think and look at the reality
I'm a speak on it, so bytch, be mad at me
Now first of all, why'all can't even talk
why'all need to go get your speech right
And then while you at it
You need quit samplin' that bullshyt
And get your beats tight
Let's meet up at midnight in the alley
Where nobody knowin' what's happenin'
What's happenin?
You want to pull out some guns or do some rappin'?
A nikka don't want no problems
But then if he wants to cause it - a nine millimeter
Dawed-off, a .380, TEC-9, comin' out my closet
Probably only have to pull a muthafukkin' twenty-two
Probably just say "Boo!"
And watch you nikkas scuffle, scatter everywhere
Them nikkas up outta there
That studio shyt been known
To give nikkas like you wig-splits
I hear you talkin', woofin' nikka
But I really can't feel shyt
Now face it, nikka, rap just ain't the same
Especially since my Mo Thug family encountered the game
The fame is pain, for this I'll pay the price
And nikkas tryin' to take my life
Always feelin' violent vibes
Just because I'm shinin' now
In the hood, it was sarcastic shyt like
"You paid now, been awhile since you came around."
So you tellin' me that I ain't down?
But first of all, when I was broke as fukk
You nikkas did not give a fukk
Now all of the sudden
Ya lovin' me when we drunk, playa hata
We know who you are, can find out where you live
Better protect your kids
fukk it, let's blow up his crib
10-o'clock news: "Nobody lived."