Nik- nak paddy wack,
give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik- nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the
187 Fac
Spiggity One whippin' up on that ass look what I got that's
quick to blast
Blowin' 'em up on they back
as I sm- a- smash
Runnin' up and down the block with a fo'- five
pistol up in my lap
And niggas be com in'
up short when I cap
And I leave they ass in a zipped up sack,
player
So don't be steppin' to these G's
The Faculty got me bizzack we
strim that with Uzi's
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Leave your ass in a motherfuckin'
coma fool
Peelin' a cap back,
Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas
Niggas put your motherfuckin'
fingers on a triggers
G- Nut, (what up fool?) since your
ready to blast (ha ha)
Pull out my your shit and put
a cap in they ass nigga
Well it's the G- the- N- you- T,
all you haters envy me
So check it, 'cause I'ma 'bout
to wreck it for the ninety- fo'
Roll a couple rhyme to get my
crippin' up the par
Now when I cock the hammer bro
I'm shootin' for the stars
And I don't give a fuck who you be G
Cause whoever you are,
it ain't no way in the world you can be me
I'm comin' from the haystack,
way back where they grow, froze
Up or on the other that I wonder if
the bowl knows that I ducks this
Cause I loves this,
one eight seven roughness
Yeah it's the Nut bitch the
nappy that you stuck with
So Din Fin is you ready to blast?
(What up my nigga?)
Slip in the clip and put a
slug in that ass
If I don't grab that shit and poppin'
who gon' pop first?
The nigga that'll make your face burst
Or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of
my hearse (comin' with dirt)
Cause I'm all alone and my clip
ain't killin' the niggas that jump
I pumps two sick of his side of his chest
and dumpin' him in a truck
No pistol blister fuckin' that nigga
since I dump him a realer ditch
Pullin' all my glock clockin' and unload
clippin' when that nigga twitch
Better wear a vest I'm aimin' at head
and puttin' your ass to rest
Pump test or Mack with a bigger
gat that'll penetrate your vest
Their naffy government causin'
trouble when I'm bubblin'
Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my
niggas on thai but who be bubblin'
So Frank J if you ready to blast
(you know the rules)
Load up your gat and bust
a cap in that ass
Frankly forty- seven for the nine-
fo' fuckin' him up
Recruit when I rap like that with
a funky rhyme flow
And if you can't feel me then just
kill me for this weak shit
Oh no, never that, oh I finna freak this
So peep this corner risin'
game I finna spit
And if you still can't feel me
then I might have to spit a zip
Cause niggas like me be
breakin' a bitch
Rippin' and strivin' a person
could of been much more worse
Per man with the man even the man
they live in a hearse
Cause I would've murdered first
Livin' a fast life stickin' up tricks,
kickin' at nigga's dolls
All those who oppose to the Fac
they will be disposed
Openin' up your motherfuckin'
chest with one of these hollow tips
It'll be whistlin' Dixy to your
Here comes a nigga like the coolest out to
get respect and snappin' necks
Creepin' with the Tech a nigga known
to leave a bloody mess
The sickest motherfucker
with the loadest clip
And ready to empty the clip into the
hip of the nigga talkin' shit
I gots to creep low and stay low and
let these motherfuckers know
When the Tech's ? a nigga
hates to see the murder show
The figgity Fac is in the fuckin' house
and that's the fuckin' truth
Now tell me how it feels to be that one
eighty seven fuckin' proof
Sittin' on the roof with my
Tech- Nine bustin' for my help
With so many shots in your ass I'll make the
fuckin' clip melt
(? (who?) since
you ready to blast nigga
Get on the mic and put a cap
in that ass),- > Spice 1
I'm raisin' niggas up off they feet,
six deep drivin' taxi
Never known for pushin' crack and re- askin'
causin' headaches in your family
Baggin' up my rocks makin' money,
niggas can't fade the 187 Faculty
We be pumpin' thug niggas extra clip,
bill is fill to his capacity
Makin' stacks of g's ain't no
turnin' back
Sippin' on some new Con
Jack I watch my old gat
Into beat you to retaliate you fucked
Suckin' up ? from inside your fuckin'
casket is your next lunch
So hear the church bells jingle,
I'm comin' out the gut strapped
Raunchy black like the season ?
With the blower burnin'
gun smoke my self defence
And greedy grease and bloody
feet will left the evidence
It's pitiful, I'm smokin'
on some wonderful shit
Gonna have you rollin' with your strap
bustin' caps in your vehicle
? act, representin' the haystack
Quick to fill my pockets with your cash
and bust a cap in that ass nigga
Ha ha ha ha
Nik- nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass
it's the 187 Fac
Nik- nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac
Nik- nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac nigga