Words From The Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll Sixteen years old with 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 gettin 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 ya don't like and you wanna step up Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin 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 niggaz get busy God bless the dead, and God rest my pops Peace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots...