Aye yo! (Aye yo!). Aye yo tell nikkas to move tha fuck over!. Tha fuck goin'?. I'm in tha buildin' Ya Boy in tha buildin'. I'm fuckin' fiiya you fucka. Let's ride tha fuck out nikka. Haaa!. You betta ask around (Chyea!) my niggas packin' pounds. I used to play wit waterguns now I'm packin' rachets pow (Brraatt!). We keep +Heat+ you'd think Wade & Shaq in town. 3-57 big enuff to knock back a cow (Brrraatt!). They claim to be tha best and I'm askin' how?. Ya Boy done hooked up wit tha virus call me Westnile (Chyea!). Call the sirens shells flyin' hope your vest around. Shots fiiyyed (Ahhh!) leave em paralized from neck to down (Unh!). I'm talkin' wreckless now hit tha booth and wreck it down (Yeah!). Alwais made stacks instead of crack I'm sellin' records now (Unhh!). I eat beef like a double deck of checkers burger. I ain't scared to do a murda im'a weapon squirta. I'll let tha weapon squirt'cha wet'cha like a f-in surfa. Aye we keep work hope ya nerves is good lesson learna (Yuh!). Two niggas four burnas like a stove top. Aim tha fif' and leave tha sucka stiff like a blow pop. Cock and dump pop tha trunk stuff him like stove top. Rolled around fo' two weeks and got tha Range Rove Haa!. I'm like Moses how dem O's spark. Make tha coke go hard on tha back of tha bus like Rosa Parks (Chyea!). And duck ki's like Mozart. Tha way fo's spark ya betta be on tha look out like tha coast guard (Yeah!). Be quiet we'll shootcha (Brraatt!). Have ya hooked up to mo' wires then a back of a computa. BITCH!. Ya Boy!. (Yeah) it's my turn now mayne. This was tha mothafucka virus (Aye Ya Boy I gotchu nikka!). We takin' this shit tha fuck over. Ionn give a fuck bout non of dat violence shit. Non of dat nikka (Bay Area stand up!). You wann' see me nigga? (Yuh!) Then walk nigga walk!. Chyea!. Movin' thru tha hood wit tha choppa on deck (Deck!). Pounds of dat skunk burryed down in tha trunk (Trunk!). Red-fitted white-T over tha brim. Highly-intoxicated from tha doja and gin. Ridin' like tha rolla-coasta holdin' toasta wit him. Hollow-point two 2-3's loaded in a min. Somethin' used wit wit tha scope so I can focus it in. Hit his head and dissapear hocus-pokus wit him (Yeah!). I'm from tha hood where they give rock to go to tha penn'. Tha grave where a lot of em go but jail is where most of dem been. It's so damn pathetic I'm coppin' hammer after hammer. Gotta hammer fetish beef - I'll let tha hammer get it. If you talkin' - I'm sparkin' him and his mayne a get it (Brraatt!). A head shot numb his body like a anastetic. I got money on my mind and got plans to get it (Chyea!). Brain stormin' in a 'coupe smokin' grams of relish. Hardest nigga out ask - tha fans'll tell ya (Chyea!). I'm tha shit (Smell It!) even ya gurl can smell it (Hahaha). I'm mach 5 movin' - I am not human. I'm alreadi been chosen you can stop choosin'. Yes! I'm tha most cleaverly experienced line-fo'-line lyricst. Point blank period!!. Listin when you're hearin' it mayne im somethin' serius. Full beard A.K. I move like terrorist. Give you 36 like a square when I'm air-in it. So while you're still breath-in air you betta cherish it (Chee-Yuh!). You think you betta then me? I think he hillarious! (Hahaha). I'ma pittbull off tha leash capiche? (Yeah!). Neva broke I got work I could sell (Uh huh). And workin' wit dat workin' got me workin' wit skells. Where I'm from they eitha end up in a hearse or in jail. I spit piff you could roll this whole verse in a "L". NIKKA!!!. [Outro:]. (Yeah Nikka!) From Killa-Cali to Killa'delphia (Ya Boy Cyssero!). Pussy azz nikkas!! We got tha mothafuckin' body bags readi fo' you bitches. nikka! (Uh huh). If you ain't like it fuck you and ya momma nikka!. Dat's how we get tha fuck down nikka! (Put a make up on dem nikkas show em. how fuckin' freaks they are nikka!). 2007's owned nikka! (East to tha West). A young nikka's turn nikka (It's dat fuckin' crack musik!). You old azz nikkas mayne turn ya fuckin' microphone up mayne. Ya digg? (Huh!). Mayne this from tha hearth nikka you ho' azz nikkas mayne! (Yessirr!). Get tha fuck out tha way nikka!. G-Block fuck tha hood nikka!. Sell tha pound get tha fuck down!. Ya dig?! (Ahhh!!). Whole Up-town stand tha fuck up!. Whole North stand tha fuck up!. Bay Area stand tha fuck up nikka!!. This where it started! Fo' us!!. This where it ended fo' you lil' fucks!. You got a fuckin' problem holla at me!