mister nigga
nigga. nigga. nigga. stand up if you're a nigga
stupid nigga sean
super nigga
uh
pop
pop
pop
i'm shootin' at your moms
i ain't writin' ahead
i aim right for your head
nigga
murder
death
kill
sex
money
mayhem
mournin' murder with a weapon
step into the a.m
believe in me
pah
the same way you believe in your god
whether it's allah
jesus or master fard
i mash up the bars
plastered ratchets splatter your car
vehicular homicide
fuck's the matter with y'all?
i will pop your noodle
if i don't do it then rock will shoot you
one smack in your lung bag
backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
i'm a nigga
that's what niggas do now
wouldn't you like to be a nigga
just like who? p
stand up if you're a nigga
yo
ghetto rock stars
guns
no guitars
throw some blow on the table
bitches dancin' on the bar
nefertiti on the cable
piff comin' out my pores
riff full of sniff
got you twitchin' at the jaws
went from dodgin' d's to the florida keys
secrets keep me from sleepin'
i need more sour d's
fine tapestry at the gala in napa
sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper
fuck rap
i tuck packs in my briefs
that wack shit go against my beliefs
lt on the lp
iron on the mic
who the fuck is ike eyez?" nigga