Wigga in Da Hood

I am the wigger in ya neighborhood, in ya neighborhood
In ya neighborhood. Wha-what?
Yo, I’ma bout to diss. Call me the hardcore Canibus
You talk about snappin' necks?
You ain’t snappin' shit bitch
You’re from the state of peaches
Bandwagon leeches
Candycore in like Reese´s
Now I break you into pieces
That’s right, I’m pulling off cards
You mothafuckas only talk hard
We can take it to the ring and do it no-holds-barred punk!
I take your belt, your title, your crown, your whatever
I got a whole crew that will stick in for your cheddars
So you better take heat
Best believe anything that I say I put in down on my cee
Word is bond, you need to think before you speak
You lyrically weak like president Bill Clinton
You need to be at peace, G. Please, you just a wannabe
With a rockstar fantasy. Well let’s see if your
Man enuff to talk shit about me. But just remember
I wire jaws. Bring it to you raw. Anytime, any place
Sincerely yours, your white hip hopster, your show stopper
Fury of V’s off to rock you, you ignorant mothafucka!
I am the wigger in ya neighborhood, in ya neighborhood
In ya neighborhood. Wha-what?