I'm tired of niggiz who think they the illest or the best/
Why dont they undastand that they aint the realest, but wit open chest/
Wit no vest, I let off six bars/
they think they really hard then the Mel cut em' six scars,//
You wanna battle then I right here, fight me trick/
Eat my ass till you get muthaf***in sick/
Niggiz a trip/
Thinkin the Mel gone slip/
Dont be scurred I'wn need a glock on my hip.