What I gotta do to let y'all n***as know
I am the nicest
I am the nicest ever

[Verse One]
No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties with dreams of playin' ball for Seton Hall turn to fiends and fall
From Edenwald to Sacuon the same sad song is bein' sung
Its like give me a gun and I'm back on
Joey Crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little n***as to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the B.S
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than Undeas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll
Blast the four, crash ya door, smash ya ho
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin' heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Fordham road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherfuckers its nothin' but luststress
My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In n***as faces leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the Briddonx
You ain't no kiddon for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car and flatten ya Pierre Cardin
I pierce ya noggin' if you startin' trouble, spark the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a para scope rifle
It's the lyrical psycho that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know yet Pun