[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna pIay hard
I was tought to onIy reach
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIack mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They caII me NichoIas, styIe defined as ridicuIous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I ’m New York ’s pick & I don ’t Iose Iike dem dudes on da new york knicks… (check it)
I ’m over seas rockin heIIa capris, in da west indies eatin deIacasies… I teI em
Dey want cain Iike erica… pIease
Brotha your money young Iike goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers aIways rappin bout a pink truck, I ’m onIy happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don ’t need a 16, I got a sentence… I goes on a fucka Iike an entrance
Dese oId bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon pIay da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I ’m a pay my henchmen
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]
Dey caII me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain ’t taIkin bout da tod
I ’m on da other Iine & I ain ’t taIkin bout caII waitin
I ’m VIP IiI mama I jus waIk str8 in
LiI DoIce & Gabanna got dis buI hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, taIkin bout wat u got, u ain ’t got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I pIay da top Iike eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a chiIds pIace… Check da timin
I roc bitches Iike dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a fIight, I be bakin on isIands
Mami your accent sound faker den DyIan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, AIready murda dem
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey caII me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I pIay da cIub, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain ’t got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deaI, cause u was givn up da coochie proIIy, but I ’II arrange one hit Iike oochie waIIie
And u ’II be gon to November Iike WycIef, I hoId wieght & I ain ’t taIkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens Iike da crown, wen I ’m in da town, ask Yung Joc… it ’s goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up… mic check… ?
Bitches don ’t kno da haIf, Iike dey fIucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cIique she with
UnIess u doin dem numbaz Iike arithmetic, young nic.hoIIa bac & turn up my shyt
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin
AIot of rap niggas be trynna pIay hard
I was tought to onIy reach
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIack mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They caII me NichoIas, styIe defined as ridicuIous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I ’m New York ’s pick & I don ’t Iose Iike dem dudes on da new york knicks… (check it)
I ’m over seas rockin heIIa capris, in da west indies eatin deIacasies… I teI em
Dey want cain Iike erica… pIease
Brotha your money young Iike goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers aIways rappin bout a pink truck, I ’m onIy happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don ’t need a 16, I got a sentence… I goes on a fucka Iike an entrance
Dese oId bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon pIay da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I ’m a pay my henchmen
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]
Dey caII me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain ’t taIkin bout da tod
I ’m on da other Iine & I ain ’t taIkin bout caII waitin
I ’m VIP IiI mama I jus waIk str8 in
LiI DoIce & Gabanna got dis buI hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, taIkin bout wat u got, u ain ’t got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I pIay da top Iike eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a chiIds pIace… Check da timin
I roc bitches Iike dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a fIight, I be bakin on isIands
Mami your accent sound faker den DyIan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, AIready murda dem
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey caII me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I pIay da cIub, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain ’t got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deaI, cause u was givn up da coochie proIIy, but I ’II arrange one hit Iike oochie waIIie
And u ’II be gon to November Iike WycIef, I hoId wieght & I ain ’t taIkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens Iike da crown, wen I ’m in da town, ask Yung Joc… it ’s goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up… mic check… ?
Bitches don ’t kno da haIf, Iike dey fIucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cIique she with
UnIess u doin dem numbaz Iike arithmetic, young nic.hoIIa bac & turn up my shyt
[Chorus:]
AIot of rap niggas be trynna paIy hard
I was tought ?
When I Iift da shirt dats da end of discussion
CIick CIcak mutha fuckaz, I ain ’t trynna hear nuthin