Words from the Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control
Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
16 years old with a heart that's gold
Yo, check it, check it out like this, here we go

Run around the streets cold strapped, like an alley rat
But now I'm getting much props, like a fat cat
A young mack, but I don't think I'm all that
I just can't sweat another brother's bozack

So what the fuck, y'all movin on up
Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
And if you don't like and you wanna step up
Then open your mouth and suck my nuts

Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always getting blacker
Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
I'm from the Bronx, New York City
The big fuckin' apple where the niggas get busy
God bless the dead and God rest my pops
Peace to the niggas going out bustin' shots (bustin' shots, bustin' shots, bustin' shots)



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Elam, Christopher E Martin, Jamel Felder
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