I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
I'm a nasty nicca - when you pass me nicca look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker
Who shot you? aww nicca, like you don't know
Stickin' you for yo dough while I'm fuckin' yo broke ho
Yo! don't you get the picture? niggaz can't touch me
Cause I don't give a fuck g, I'll get you touched b
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what you want nicca? help, cause you's about to rest
When I'm fed, red cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nuttin' but make you look a little thicker
Cause in the dark you ain't nuttin but a lil nicca
And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, wit' you kid,
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit' the machete
I bring beef to niggaz, and string 'em out, like spaghetti
You aint ready - nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it
I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it
Red dot on your head, 'cause you's in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage
makes Flesh Of My Flesh > *