The name says it all. . . .But one day this n*qqas' qotta' fall. . .
The f*ck would I look like takin' credit for everythin', jus' a desperate a** n*qqa lookin' to take anythin'. . .
Im tired of it maybe I should jus' end it. . . . This sh*t may sound offended. . .
But I could really care less, about a n*qqa,
Really you think I would worry bout' a ***** ? She could be biqqa',
Not even a dirty diqqa', f*ckin' h*e lookin' fo' d*ck,
Does it really matter where in she is qonna stick ?
Your jus' a soft lookin' mark. . . Gettin' back up from a hit too dark,
Actin' like it was a lark, nah' foo I meant to kill ya',
Since you qot back up, its up back to the real'a,
Strap clockd' up, yo' dumba** jumpd' up, nd' now your chopp'd up. . .
My mind is qoinq crazy. . . Im not obese im jus', down lazy. . .
Went to the blok, where there were no haters to clock',
But I seen the blok b*tch, lookin' to suck some ****'
So I holla'd at er', her smile staqqerd', it didn't matter,
To me I jus' need'd some p*ssy, see, to end my anqrily- tude,
Next came the homie Drapz lookin' like he was selln' some straps,
Told him maybe he should qift a maqnum, then- He lauqhs. . .
Went home after the sh*t that happend' all today. . . .Waitin' nd' thinkin' maybe, it coulda' been a better day. . . .
-"Biqqa'" : Biqqer
-"Diqqa'" : Diqqer
-"Blok" : Block/Hood