[Intro: DJ On Point:]
New freestyle, featuring Nicki Maraj! Nicki I see you, what up!?
[Verse: Nicki Maraj]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was at the Rucker, in some chuckers, f**ers
With a Smucker's and a hat, that was made for truckers
You told these b**hes, they was f**ing with me, see -
When I was getting money, you was f**ing for free
Anyway, I'm N-I-C, and when I spit?
I had these b**hes shakin', like M. Ali
Cause, I bring it to these girls, like Fedex and when I get -
Fed up? b**hes get rea-dy (Why?) Cause -
I'll have your brains lookin', like confetti, mami
You keep trying, I'mma teach you a les-son - '
I keep the iron, but it ain't for pres-sin' -
And when I'm done, get the next contestant
Cause, I'm the nicest, priceless, stay with the -
Ice wrist, b**hes so sick of me, when I get -
Hot, trigger finger get slippery, b**hes better -
DUCK, like hickory, dickory
[Hook: Ru Spits]
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go, and knock him off
Phone call to my dawg, will make him drop 'em off
Think you f**in' with Nick' Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can f** with Ru Spits? NOT AT ALL
Think you can f** with my Crum Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em all
[Verse: Ru Spits]
You know Spits got them bars, that be off the hook
I give to you dry, wet, whether [summer?] cook
Like Amazon dot.com, I get it off the book
'Bout to cop Nick' Maraj, a bent Porsche to push
While I'm shotgun, reclined all off the kush
Or on that West Coast, my doja be that granddaddy
I got money that's older, than your granddaddy
Most of you rappers old enough, to be my granddaddy
I'm in that so sick, o'six, tan Caddi'
Flow like no type, five-fifty, [cold bright?]
And every stone in the chain, look like strobe lights
And just hard to be rude, when we so nice
Illest sh** I ever said, is what I don't write
For you to see me get this bread, is what you don't like
I will take the Uzi, slide back, spray ya kufi
And show you actin' a** n***as, how to make ah movie
[Hook 2]
We'll pop it off, 'til his top come off
Pull rank, have somebody go, and knock him off
Phone call to my dawg, will make him drop 'em off
Think you f**in' with Nick' Maraj? NOT AT ALL
Think you can f** with Ru Spits? NOT AT ALL
Think you can f** with my Crumb Clique? NOT AT ALL
Cash, cars, cribs, yeah we got it all
Macs, TEC's, nine's yeah, we pop 'em off
[Outro; DJ On Point]
Y'all n***as is f**ing'crazy!
My n***as are beasts, Ru Spits, A.K.A. Star sh**!
We f**in' crazy in 2006
Fire and Ice! (Ah-ah) Y'all n***as fall back!
That n***as need a hit? You come holla at us!
That n***as need a ghostwriter? They come holla at us!
[?], this is us this year (Stunna), me, Ru Spits
Sawblood, Nicki Maraj, Danny Brown
Matter of fact, free my n***a Danny Brown, RIGHT NOW!
We 'bout to start a revolution on y'all motherf**ers
Shout out to the whole motherf**in' Dipset
Duke the God, Travis, Juelz, matter fact my n***a Platinum Don
What up!? Trav', what up!?
Fire and Ice, n***a, we gettin' it poppin' this year
Y'all n***as can't f** with us, you crazy?
I know y'all lookin' stupid right now