[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought [? ]When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat[Verse 1:]They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculousI beg your pardon, meet me at da garden#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)I'm overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel emDey want cain like erica... pleaseBrotha your money young like [? ] cheeseDese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truckAnd I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entranceDese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benchesFuck your friendship, pay attentionBitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought [? ]When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin[Verse 2:]Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squadHead bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da todI'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitinI'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 inLil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacantMami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not cakingYour not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspaceStay in a childs place... Check da timinI roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)U on a flight, I be bakin on islandsMami your accent sound faker den DylanMURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought [? ]When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin[Verse 3:]Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky ginI play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendzAnd if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife onYour too wack to get up on one of y songU gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallieAnd u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout BicepsI rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin downKisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta poundJune, turn me up... mic check... [? ]Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she withUnless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought [? ]When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
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[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like [? ] cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
Dese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen
[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem
[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... [? ]
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt
[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought [? ]
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
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