Intro:
What? Nigga, You got problems?
Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit
Nigga you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you
I aun't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you
I guess I got a bad attitude
Verse 1:
I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly
Out for the mail like Melly
I'm fucking you tonight before Kelly
My bitches dance with there belly
And fuck me with there eyes
See crime is where they organize
In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie
A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini
Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk
make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah
Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch
And all this bullshit is going on in church of course
(but but but but but wait it gets worse!)
I could still instill a semi-automatic verse
And draw blood like a nurse
Correspond like ???? ???? and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission
Alphabetic mathematician your prerogative is my decision
My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas no get back like black reparations
You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts
Chorus:
I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with
(Big nigga I though you knew)
Cause we find this niggas mood is rude
But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude
Verse 2:
Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up
My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up
straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds
one in the chamber for leap year keep clear-ac