Nyani Grab your mic if you love hip-hop
YNIM Rub the Mamma if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of stuff it happens everyday"
I've been effed over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out to get me, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this fake Rev. and the JF She-Male wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When the She-Male already made an album called Beefing Wit Nyani
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
***y suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live...........