[Intro]

aww man... whattt

that nigga said he gassed T-Nutty

awww man them niggaz is.. awww



[Chorus 1: x2]

Should I enter the battle mode

And spit like a calico weapon

with the definition of mic checkin

And rippin it to the last second

My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth



[Verse 1]

Now first of all, I got a verse for y'all

And I'm a serve it raw, well now my nerve are calm

fixin to switch into battle mode, and drop a bomb

Yellin Geronimo, look out for y'all

like troops we shoot

lyrical bullets and poop gas, for the loot

every syllable fully produced

rap on you dudes, cause we mentally bullies

who thinks you could fuck wit me

when I get my ass off the curb

And get to rappin fast with the words

I'm just a little bastard concerned

so I stall on niggaz

And stick to the bottom, of bottle

to feel my thirst, rock with me

I'm figna to bring the knock, to the street

like a trunk bringin knocks, to the beats

knockin niggaz of they feet

when they walk they walk

Cause they say that talk is cheap

I think you better watch, how you talk to me

I come from the block, where they cock the heat

with a passion, lookin up to niggaz that be gastin

givin up the neighborhood, and other niggaz kiss our asses

Cause we don't give a fuck about you

all my buddies do the nutty kung fu

choppin niggaz down, from the town

where the kings were a crown

gettin money, cause we love who we do

sometimes I laugh

Cause I'm the one, that dumpin through the lynchin

because of my tongue, back flippin, they trippin

Cause I got more heat, than the fifty with me 

seekin me, rippin these niggaz, with a sentence

I'm a go nuts, when it start to get intense

flippin the script, steady comin with the viscous

ty gone cut you, like barb wire fences



[Chorus 2: x4]

Should I enter the battle mode

And spit like a calico weapon

with the definition of mic checkin

And rippin it to the last second

My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth



[Verse 2]

recognize I got the antidote

to get you amped, and locced

you niggaz rap, I hope

you got to practice folks, I'm like a master

givin up the nut factor, if you askin hoe

fast or slow, I'm a gas the whole spot

you might be a hog, but you live in the pork chop

that I feed my dogs, ????????, and young bop

And the flowheekin, named fleezo

hot with the lyricals, cop you the minerals

eat up the spot, like a fat boy

invite her to dinner bro

even if we shined identical

I'm a, hit 'em with the flow, master mouth

I'm dirty like, down south

I murder you, when I pronounce south

every verbal feud, I'm a bounce south

get to serve a fool, cause I refuse to lose

Cause I'm a nigga from cali, so peep game

throwin up the w, trouble, who wanna bang

as if I'm in a diskette, this some shit

that make niggaz, flip you off

And try to rip you off, sit and floss

like they spittin raw

but they never go against, the boss

because I rip the bar, and if ya gettin lost

I'm too sick for y'all

run up on me, and the clipse are tossed

then I'm dippin off

Cause I'm tryin to stay ahead, of the game

gettin breaded, for my name

fuckin with the, black armor

I'm attackin harder, with the gat to harm ya

so watch, yo mouth

Cause I'm takin off, on you woofin

I know that you soft, as a cushion

you floss, when the hoes lookin

but scared to go, two can come to the flow

when you step into, a cold whoopin



[Chorus 3: x4]

Should I enter the battle mode

And spit like a calico weapon

with the definition of mic checkin

And rippin it to the last second

My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth



[Verse 3]

when its bumpin, like this

its hard, to stop it

humpin like a, hound dog

when home girl, pop it

ready to knock it

I done shocked it

I'm T-Nutty

but my buddies, call me cutty

with the 350, rocket

I put my money, deep in my pocket

at the same tame, poppin my collar

when the party is on, listen, madam

do you mind, double touchin the bone

I wasnt tryin to, start trouble

by touchin ya thong, I'm gone

Should I switch into, battle mode

And spit, like a calico weapon

with the definition, of mic checkin

And rippin it, to the last second

I got 'em thinkin, of stabbin

or rippin, the session

excuse me, if I make it a mess

but guess what, its T-Nutty

I'm one of the best

And yes, I'm gonna confess

like the rest, of my people

My niggaz, that be runnin niggaz over like a diesel

got everybody humpin, the same way the beat go

makin it a gangsta party

Cause theres nobody wit us, but hoody rats and killaz

actin silly, I'm a philly

accidently spill you apart

excuse my pardon, turn my car to garden

turf is deeper, than the black mans million march

I'm perved, ready to twerk

I'm legal with betty first

but I'm not stickin to the chevy with her

Cause she don't got her purse, and first of all

I'm sippin the pommason, blowin the bomb

I'm in the middle of the pond

And can't tell the different between, a duck and swan

homegirl shake it on, but after the break it down

I gotta be out, further down the road

drop the bomb and it might explode

T-Nutty's nut, cuttin up

switch into battle mode



[Chorus 4: x4]

Should I enter the battle mode

And spit like a calico weapon

with the definition of mic checkin

And rippin it to the last second

My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth