too many niggas talk hard then shit bricks when the beef hits fight night, where are you? behind another nigga like a eclipse real cats throw down while you hide your paws you as soft as the gauze paramedics gonna wrap ‘round your jaws how you act up, don’t back up your words, just your nerve in a room full of goons, you and your crew are hors d’oeuvres please, don’t act like no killer if you ain’t no gorilla real apes break limbs and your heart got sap flowing in it let me pull you off to the side so you get slapped for a minute you plus a sort a nigga don’t equal Popeye on spinach ooh, who told you that? that’s for show lose rap i’ll take my knuckles and make you a brand new hat look too hard for beef end up with a brand in your back take a stand or take the stand and say: "he did that" it’s your choice my friend, this your voice my friend that’s done got you inside this predicament
hold out your mouth buncha bitches and hoes the realest of real niggas know how this goes talkin' although like you control the scene you’re mean, but what does this mean?
big mouth, every night, every fight a nigga there front door it’s the gatin’ like Satan but facing no blows you talk it but beat around the bush like a lez’ no Grandmaster Flash, never been round no ledge so you beat on the girls, beat on your chest but when shit get tense a nigga be on his best a bit of suspense a nigga be in his dress see stress, you turning princess what do you do? hey let people know you a tool and Jonas brothers all rock harder than you so you, cold front like the leader of cool and a king in the legion of fools