Ill-nik-a's Verse
u tell everyone u’re the truth but I don’t understand this
am I also supposed to believe ur gun bars when these are the dudes u hang with?!
I get the best weed cousin, my pot’s gold so everyone on the streets buzzin
& if theres somethin better at the end of the rainbow… I’ll jack the frosted tip leprechaun mean muggin
yall seriously must be buggin, be sincere u queer… Fuck this geek’s cover
havin black friends don’t make u tough… specially when they the only 2 fags huggin each other
u seem bothered, I’m pitchin nothing but heat so lets see if u can catch it
I’m puttin some mustard on it… & betting ur weirdest friend'll try to match it with his jacket
I’m bringin in the classics; whether regs, topicals or pics I’m tearing the 3
I’m so many levels above u… I mean just ask ur girl… the bitch won’t quit staring at me
u aint scaring the beast, lets be honest my bars are sick & evil
last time a House Party was that bad… Kid & Play were starring in the sequel
u aint startin beef yo, I’m nice with the hands & I’d beat u well
Bitch, if u were in position to swing… ur girl’s getting double teamed by the Keebler elves
In the streets I sell, no matter where true bosses always makin a good profit
I mean I’m even in black hoods pulling strings… plus suffocatin u in the process
hatin’s what u do often, sayin u’ll beat me… betta show us queer
but we all know u’re a bald face liar… plus the only dude there who cant grow a beard
so we’re clear, I promised I would kill ya & like I said trust it’s time to
I’ll put the toaster to ur head… & I’m not talking bout the kid with the red cup behind u