[Intro: N-Tyce]
Yeah yeah, whutsup, this is N-Tyce
Ya`ll know what im talkin bout, got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin
People just look at me and dont think that I can rap
They dont call me a Deadly Venom fo nutin
Poi-son, nahimsayin, DV`s up in here
Rocks the World, holla, and ya don`t stop, yo, yo
[N-Tyce]
I show ya how fun rap can be, folks can`t stand me
Cos I`m the type that go up and except a Grammy
In an R&B dress, split past my thighs
Get tipsy, open my shirt up, and flash the guys
Make they eyes pop out, tongues hanging
Lyrically I`m nasty, like a chick that a bum`s dating
Ya flava`s like Juicy Fruit, it only lasts a minute
My hairs gettin grey now, think that I should tint it
Till I thought about it, probably look more raw without it
I`m trynna plot on how to get a rap star impounded
Cuz they don`t sound right, take em to the junk yard
Chump parts, stinking up the game like a skunk fart
[Chorus: N-Tyce]
We on fire (fire)
Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter (lighter)
We gone pull an all nighter (nighter, say what!)
And I aint gotta go to bed no time soon
[N-Tyce]
If I ain`t rappin, then I prefer mackin instead
Take my stocking off my buttocks and wrap it around his head
I like them buffed up Derek Jeter`s
Who ain`t ashamed to walk around with a scuffed up pair of sneakers
A lot of girls are into fashion, instead of rapping
Think you can write somthing hotter? It`ll never happen
I like people who believe in theyself
One day I`ll be old and gray, breathin` the wealth
It`s like this, people playin` spades, takin` blinds now
A lot of artists wanting me to write they rhymes now
Im high-tech like DVD, riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E
[Chorus]
[N-Tyce]
You wanna good woman? You should appoint me
My friends won`t even bring me around they dad cuz he may even want me
I`m Hardcore like Lil` Kim`s first CD
And hard-headed like 50 kids in a pre-school nursery
Folks be like yo, N-Tyce, you hurtin me
Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgery
Stitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it up
You see me everyday, I`m on ya wall pictured up
It`s kinda hard survivin`, I got you paranoid
Like blue lights behind you in a car driving
See I`m Nasty like Nastradamus
I write a lot of incomplete sentences using lots of commas
Teachers hated me in school, wishing I would vanish
Now they wantin` autographs for they grandkids
Plus, they wanna free concert, better learn to pay
You shoulda never gave me an F when I deserved an A
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: N-Tyce]
Aight, heh, that`s how we kick it out here in Carolina`s
You know what I`m talkin bout baby, you what I`m talkin bout?
You dont know nuttin bout that, heh, 336 entertainment on the rise!
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