Wack Niggas

作曲：Dexter Mills

作词：Dexter Mills

Yo, let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why

Why this **

Why we dedicated this song to this kind of **

Cause number one, Duke is driving in the motherfuckin' projects

With a - with a sebring, and with the - with the rag off

Y'na'mean?

Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy

Straight up

Then the ** you got playing shotgun

Like ** I used to serve that **, c'mon

Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie

You wack ** **

Wack **

I don't even like to be around 'em

Give 'em dap or pound 'em

See 'em out, they houndin', dawg

Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on

Sayin' they hot when that ** don't even sound warm

** I'm nasty, my style is sound porn

The graphic, exposing wack asses

I emcee as free as Ol' dirty bastard

You think you catholic tryna appeal to the masses

The cassius clay of rap today

Rock a beard like Castaway

You couldn't be ** for even half a day

We keep it hot like its after May

Smoke a ** then I pass the K

The pastor say we goin' to mass today

We have to pray, these ** is wack 'n' eh

I have to say, since pac passed away

Most these ** don't even deserve a track from me

First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots

And get yo tall ** out that C Class coupe

Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay

You was with me, she said "Who's the sissay? "

And even if they did wanna get bizzay

Freaky like Missay and roll the ** up

You would roll three blunts and ** up three blunts

** you would ** up a free lunch, dawg

Just keep it right through like Chingay

Your girl don't like me?

How long has she been gay?

Spanish girls tell you "no hable ingles"

And everybody wanna run to me for they single

It's funny how these wack ** need my help

Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself

Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself

Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself

(Wack **) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a

(Wack **) I'd kill myself if I was that

(Wack **) Everything you wear and rock, it's just

(Wack **) Even if you flossin' rocks, you still

(Wack **) You can't do it dawg, you's a

(Wack **) Bitin' **, ** **, ** **

(Wack **) Even your daughter said "my daddy's a"

(Wack ** - you wack **)

You know you wack when your dawgs tell you

That's how that they know ya flow is weak

Cause you only got them there to 'say Yes' like Floetry

The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry

You're the place you're supposed to be

You ain't comin' close to me

It ain't that you underrated

It's more that you're underdated

And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated

For all your guest appearances

You couldn't get the clearance

For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist

Look at what your lyrics is: murder, death, kill

But you never shot nothing - never have, never will

Better add on to your skills before you join this round-robin

Of super emcees that'll add to your problems

In the beginning, god created man in his own image

I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish

Kweli handle his business, ** don't forget it

Cause a wise man can choose to get ignorant with it

Na'mean?

You all can get it, I'm considered the nicest

The way I spit it give these ** all identity crisis

All day talkin' that ** like, "You hold a gat, right? "

The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right

You got it twisted, telling ** that you pack heat

You ain't gunning now, you running like an athlete

You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive

Start speaking Nuwaubian and following Malachi

Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell ** for real

Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail

All these thug ** wanna rap

And all these rap ** wanna thug

And all y'all ** the game up

It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up

Askin' if I'm nice like ** with a chick

That don't give head - that's a no-brainer

** back bangers you don't even know the names of

Imma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet your savior

You wack **, you about to get shot

** with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got, boy

Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence

It's just you fuckin' up my high

Can a ** smoke in silence?

(Wack **) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a

(Wack **) I'd kill myself if I was that

(Wack **) Everything you wear and rock, it's just

(Wack **) Even if you flossin' rocks, you still

(Wack **) You can't do it dawg, you's a

(Wack **) Bitin' **, ** **, ** **

(Wack **) Even your daughter said "my daddy's a

(Wack ** - you wack **)

Yeah lil girl you right, your daddy is wack

Matter fact - ** yo punk ** daddy **

And your stink cut momma

Y'all a motherfuckin' family of lame ** **

The ** is y'all doing over there?

Look what the ** - if I was your mother

If I was a kid and yo' motherfuckin' daddy was my motherfuckin' daddy

I'd tell my daddy

**, you take me to k-mart one more time to go school shopping

Imma put my size five foot up your **, daddy

One!