I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
nikka please
Blood floods your dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average player hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like you he nice
But that's on the low doe'
be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change nikkas
snort-cane nikkas
extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' nikka
You still tickle me
I used to be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
You all know the rules
Move from BK to New Jerus
Thinking 'bout, all the planes we flew
bytches, we ran through
Now the years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfukkers mad 'cause I blew, nikkas envious
Too many nikkas on my dikk, shyt's strenuous
When my men bust, you must move wit such stamina
Slugs missed you
I ain't mad at you (we ain't mad at you)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out fronting
Smoking something
Sipping White Russians, bytch in the Benz bumping
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase shyt, face it
We hard to hit
Guard your shyt, for I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up
Mix shots, "work your seat up"
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
Long Kiss
