duck sauce

, the beginning of a heat rock, money to the treetops, thick senoritas, want me to sign their te-ta's, a young hood nigga born and raised where the streets hot, rob you for your wristwatch, watch and get your g shocked, static's what we need not, my niggas roll with heaters, and i don't need a gat, cuz my raps get your bitch hot, make your lady's knees knock, touching on her sweet spots, had her brown round wide open like a pita, hey, mira, mira, ben aqui like my primo, counting up these c-notes, sorry nevy, b-notes, new york niggas get dough, watch me as i kick flows, yes, i sing and rap, now get your bitch up off my new growth, duck sauce, i be the point of all her interests, wicked, twisted, and vicious, like putting pit bulls on your mother's christmas gift list, from staten isle, the land of lost toys and misfits, now living on your chick's lips, and i swear that all these chickens in here only want some liquid, seed, and i can live with, feed-ing them this nesquik, breathe, baby, you messing with, me, macky, you desperately, wishing too deep to get up on this guest list, i'll put you on this next shit, what?!, shit, most of these niggas out here fronting like they warbucks, but really orphan anything to get a slowbucks, fuck all this talking, when i was young, i was j. tuck, trucking anything in my way to get me a tour bus, aw shucks, this young nigga can spit sick, now my neck is, covered in your girl's lipstick, the shit is, while you wanting all her kisses?, she's kissing on my dipstick, duck sauce, mad duck sauce up on my chicken wings, you might not get it, 'cuz it's a new york thing, your beef and broccoli's, too sloppy, they see my masterminds and wanna copy, so copy that, everybody wanna be mack, a fly nigga looking good on this pete track, and for you lames trying to hear change?, i'll sell you all the same thing, duck sauce