[DJ On Point] New freestyle, featuring Nicki Maraj! Nicki I see you, what up!?
[Nicki Minaj] Yeah, yeah, yeah I was at the Rucker, in some chuckers, fuckers With a Smucker's and a hat, that was made for truckers You told these bitches, they was fucking with me, see - When I was getting money, you was fucking for free Anyway, I'm N-I-C, and when I spit? I had these bitches shakin', like M. Ali 'Cause, I bring it to these girls, like Fedex and when I get - Fed up? Bitches get rea-dy (Why?) Cause - I'll have your brains lookin', like confetti, mami You keep trying, I'mma teach you a les-son - ' I keep the iron, but it ain't for pres-sin' - And when I'm done, get the next contestant Cause, I'm the nicest, priceless, stay with the - Ice wrist, bitches so sick of me, when I get - Hot, trigger finger get slippery, bitches better - DUCK, like hickory, dickory
[Ru Spits] We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off Pull rank, have somebody go, and knock him off Phone call to my dawg, will make him drop 'em off Think you fuckin' with Nick' Maraj? NOT AT ALL Think you can fuck with Ru Spits? NOT AT ALL Think you can fuck with my Crum Clique? NOT AT ALL Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em all
[Ru Spits] You know Spits got them bars, that be off the hook I give to you dry, wet, whether summer cook Like Amazon dot.com, I get it off the book 'Bout to cop Nick' Maraj, a bent Porsche to push While I'm shotgun, reclined all off the kush Or on that West Coast, my doja be that granddaddy I got money that's older, than your granddaddy Most of you rappers old enough, to be my granddaddy I'm in that so sick, o'six, tan Caddi' Flow like no type, five-fifty, cold bright And every stone in the chain, look like strobe lights And just hard to be rude, when we so nice Illest shit I ever said, is what I don't write For you to see me get this bread, is what you don't like I will take the Uzi, slide back, spray ya kufi And show you actin' ass niggas, how to make ah movie
[Ru Spits] We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off Pull rank, have somebody go, and knock him off Phone call to my dawg, will make him drop 'em off Think you fuckin' with Nick' Maraj? NOT AT ALL Think you can fuck with Ru Spits? NOT AT ALL Think you can fuck with my Crum Clique? NOT AT ALL Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em all
[DJ On Point] Y'all niggas is fucking'crazy! My niggas are beasts, Ru Spits, A.K.A. Star shit! We fuckin' crazy in 2006 Fire and Ice! (Ah-ah) Y'all niggas fall back! That niggas need a hit? You come holla at us! That niggas need a ghostwriter? They come holla at us! This is us this year (Stunna), me, Ru Spits Sawblood, Nicki Maraj, Danny Brown Matter of fact, free my nigga Danny Brown, RIGHT NOW! We 'bout to start a revolution on y'all motherfuckers Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Dipset Duke the God, Travis, Juelz, matter fact my nigga Platinum Don What up!? Trav', what up!? Fire and Ice, nigga, we gettin' it poppin' this year Y'all niggas can't fuck with us, you crazy? I know y'all lookin' stupid right nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
