No need to be scared  you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)
 No games  just taking names... (Nutbaby!)
 I got vendetta son  If I must say  you need to recognize John Forte'...
 (Nutzbaby!)
 I want two minutes  uninterrupted just to let you know how things go
 (Nutzbaby!)
 The full on introduction  listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'
 (Nutzbaby!)
 To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)

 [Forte - One Verse]

 I heard the buzz lord, it trapped me
 With all these niggas records sounding happy
 That's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with
 You want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders
 fifteen records gold-plated
 But it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it
 Is you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy
 Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial
 Grissle, slide dog I'm certified!
 You rappers irk me to my heart
 With a spike in every tree, odyssey
 Sounding like you, gott-a
 Be who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three
 I hit it hard love, my pain is sincere
 I want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year
 it's to stop your career
 So brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight
 You mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby
 who you think you dealin' with?!
 I'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit
 So who fraud? Speak on it god
 Get the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,
 I'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!
 V.I.P., all downtown, New York baby
 Three scoops and have 'em giggling, "Oops, Nutzbaby!"
 This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare
 and do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there
 I'm here to think quick, and drink slow
 For brothers that I link with, got liquid
 Like a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video
 And wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,
 joyride like Spragga Benz
 Only seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose
 Manage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns
 Chop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,
 Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid
 And to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra
 The San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe
 So what the deal? That the deal!
 I set shit off then peel
 And when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate
 Mostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em
 You're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!
 Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift
 Who the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef
 You know the stat there, I bless it
 I ain't home, leave a message
 You a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here
 I let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it
 'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!

 [Forte' - Spoken]
 Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top man
 I'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it