Man if you know me
You know we homies
It's yo tiga, man, the one and only
It's like the candy rain
All in the house of pain
And the one that hustle will survive, man
When it comes to wreckin records
I'm like a bomb stealth
Freeze them all
Then tourcher them
Then I watch them melt
I love being boss
I hate to take a loss
keep my mind the same way as microsoft
It's a conspiracy, man, that I'll never die
I opened up the sky
Man, to tell God "Hi"
He saiy "Wut's up King Nicky?"
I say "Man, I'm parlayin"
He say "Your livin wreckless"
I say "Lord, wut you sayin?"
He said "I'm gonna have to take you to a better Place
If you don't slow down, boy yo, and cut yo pace"
I got like hella quiet
I fired up the weed
Must a tiga slow down his fast speed?
I hit the gas peddle
Said "I'm a rap rebel"
And man he let me have it
Hand Delivered to the Devil
(GOD!)
