Words From The Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind With no self control Uplift your soul And make the brothers want to roll 16 years old Where the hotheads go Check it check it out like this Here we go Run around the streets Go strap like an alley rat And now I'm getting much props Like a fat cat A young blank But I don't think I'm all bad I just can't sweat Another brother's bozack So what the fuck, You're moving on up Going to swim in big bucks Like scrooge my duck And if you don't like it And you want to step up Then open your mouth And suck my nuts Smell the coli nutcracker I'm always getting blacker, fatter I bust a fat Trying to make head shatter I'm from the Bronx, New York city The big fuckin apple Where the niggers get busy God bless the dead And God bless my pops Peace to the niggers Going out busting shots Busting shots, busting shots, busting shots...