Wigga in Da Hood

I am the wigger in ya neighborhood, in ya neighborhood

In ya neighborhood. Wha-what?

Yo, I’ma bout to diss. Call me the hardcore Canibus

You talk about snappin’ necks?

You ain’t snappin’ shit bitch

You’re from the state of peaches

Bandwagon leeches

Candycore in like Reese´s

Now I break you into pieces

That’s right, I’m pulling off cards

You mothafuckas only talk hard

We can take it to the ring and do it no-holds-barred punk!

I take your belt, your title, your crown, your whatever

I got a whole crew that will stick in for your cheddars

So you better take heat

Best believe anything that I say I put in down on my cee

Word is bond, you need to think before you speak

You lyrically weak like president Bill Clinton

You need to be at peace, G. Please, you just a wannabe

With a rockstar fantasy. Well let’s see if your

Man enuff to talk shit about me. But just remember

I wire jaws. Bring it to you raw. Anytime, any place

Sincerely yours, your white hip hopster, your show stopper

Fury of V’s off to rock you, you ignorant mothafucka!

I am the wigger in ya neighborhood, in ya neighborhood

In ya neighborhood. Wha-what?