Watta

I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of

And I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four four

When it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick

In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automatic

Cold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear like magic

It's Siccmade, all the way to the motherfuckin' casket

And six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lips

I stack chips and I, sip these litres on the hips

It's some shit that'll split ya wig

You can't spit enough shit, that'll get ya big

Get the gig, you pay him first then I'll lay him next

Niggaz be weak just like latex, cheap as Tampax

I walk through the room wid a handful of anthrax

Shakin' niggaz hands, makin' niggaz dance like

Paula Abdul when I pull out the tool

Ya kids get napped when I run out the school

Ya nig did that, it's the motherfuckin' Lynch

Take a long barrel four four and run up in ya bitch

Real shit, cause it turns me on and

What kind of shit do these nerds be on and

What kinda clips should I put in this chrome four

What kind loopty-loop ya on

Pass me the Newport and let's get it on like Marvin

I've been starvin' creep through the trees like Tarzan

Ya meat we carvin'

It's watta, watta, and ya know I'm thirsty

And even though it hurts me

I stay blood thirsty for watta, watta

Take it how you want nigga

So make it how you want nigga

(2x)

You punk niggaz want war we make shit happen

When it comes to the money drugs scrappin' and cappin'

I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang

You hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segas

We some spiritual lyrical individuals nigga

I ain