Il testo della Any mc

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo!
Uh! i'm not to be f**ked with
It ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once i put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another n*gga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So i gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes
Ain't a whole lot to braking a n*gga down fast
They call me black 'cuz thats how i'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all p*ssy n*ggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a f**kin thing going down til i eat
So can i beef? you betta while you still got teeth
'cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya sh*t drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
Cuz you know why, and you know my
Motherf**kin name up in this game
And b*tch, you know i
Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
New york n*ggas do, f**k the perms