Agallah - Pop Quiz (Multiple Choice) lyrics

[Verse 1] First question for motherf**ers that's spittin' this "I'm a thug sh**" You claim you blew out a n***a brain, then what color was it? A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood B) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mud C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it D) Grayish like a gloomy and rainy day is Second question strictly for players so state your biz Tell me exactly what the definition of player is A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks B) The jail n***a that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes D) That broke n***a f**in' the richest n***a b**hes Movin' right along, question number three is for the females Never generalize, I'm into details Other than the fact chicks is too quick to strip and spread What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead? A) If she'll f** her girl man on some shady sh** B) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to babysit C) Swap s** for materialistic objects D) All of the above, love, you f**ed up The fourth question's a question that still ig me Who do y'all n***as think that it was that k**ed Biggie? A) Southside Crips cause Puffy owed 'em a grip B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip C) Missiles from pistols from government officials D) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You" [Hook] x2 You never was a k**a; you never bust a gun You never held the spot down; was never on the run You never lived my life; you dead in the wrong Cause you never did none of the sh** that you said in your song [Verse 2] With the strength of a hundred baboons I'll beat your eyes black as a f**in' raccoon's Leave you covered with stab wounds Dead in a public bathroom You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit Know what I noticed? That tough sh** is just when you spit I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip I could see you s**in' a dick or probably getting f**ed with a stick Drama with me, son, your baby mama will be Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree You spit my life and won an award But you can't get my stripes cause you the type to run in a war Slung jums in front of the store; done it before Held guns, I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more Should put a gun to your jaw, to one of your who*es f** under the covers; we all lovers under the floor [Hook] Word is bond, word is bond Abandoned Nation, we up in this b**h, nahmean, 2k n***as is outta jail, n***as is coming for n***as heads nahmean All these fake a** MCs advocating real n***as lives and sh** Like it's some sweet sheet, nahmean? sh** is, sh** is, sh** is aggravating god, word up man Big up my n***a Shyne son, word up, hold your head man I'ma make sure n***as take care of you up north son You never was a k**a, you never bust a gun You never held the spot down, was never on the run So why you wanna live f**ed up like us? If they convict J and Puff, good luck on Rikers