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)