[CHORUS:]. Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard. I was tought [? ]. When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion. Click Clcak mutha fuckaz I ain't trynna hear dat. [Verse 1:]. They call me Nicholas style defined as ridiculous. I beg your pardon meet me at da garden. #1 draft I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it). I'm overseas rockin hella capris in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em. Dey want cain like erica... please. Brotha your money young like [? ] cheese. Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck. And I don't need a 16 I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance. Dese old bitches betta change dey denture wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches. Fuck your friendship pay attention. Bitch get at me I'm a pay my henchmen. [CHORUS:]. Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard. I was tought [? ]. When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion. Click Clcak mutha fuckaz I ain't trynna hear nuthin. [Verse 2:]. Dey call me Maraj Fuck u & fuck your squad. Head bitch in charge I ain't talkin bout da tod. I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin. I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in. Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant. Mami stop fakin talkin bout wat u got u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking. Your not my taste get outta my face I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace. Stay in a childs place... Check da timin. I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC). U on a flight I be bakin on islands. Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan. MURDA DEM MURDA DEM fuck a competition Already murda dem. [CHORUS:]. Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard. I was tought [? ]. When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion. Click Clcak mutha fuckaz I ain't trynna hear nuthin. [Verse 3:]. Dey call me Nicki M. hard to find me in a sticky gin. I play da club with a thug & sum pretty friendz. And if dey ain't got da gat dey got da knife on. Your too wack to get up on one of y song. U gotta deal cause u was givn up da coochie prolly but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie. And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps. I rep Queens like da crown wen I'm in da town ask Yung Joc... it's goin down. Kisses to my bitches and my niggas getta pound. June turn me up... mic check... [? ]. Bitches don't kno da half like dey flucked at math give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with. Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt. [CHORUS:]. Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard. I was tought [? ]. When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion. Click Clcak mutha fuckaz I ain't trynna hear nuthin