[Nyoil] I'm about to drop a quick 16, y'knahmean? Ounce after ounce, 'til the pound is bounced And I'ma work that block and pound it out And though my ears ring out with resounding doubt I was down and out and now I'm 'bout it, 'bout 'Bout to shout it out, I got that - copped that And if the cops cop then I'ma cop a plea And if the plea don't see me free then I'll plead On my hands and knees and beg God please to stop that! You see these pigs turn wolves to rats, and while these dogs chase cats These cats forget where they gangsta's at See I was gon' drop a quick 16 on 'em And and though I was wishin to do a little snitchin My 16 wasn't convincin plus the D.A. had a bad day with a mind for convictin
I only wanted to sell a bit and celebrate But I'm celibate behind bars and gates Try to monkey around in the yard with weights But them gorillas heard I turned state's I better drop a quick 16 on 'em But but my verses was worthless Nouns, verses, verbs is nervous Mean, I'm talkin things, persons and places To Action Jacksons with scar faces Who spit straight razors and turn boxsprings into erasers They fixin to drop 16 on me And before they let go, I tried to scream for the C.O But the C.O., he ain't see so~! Well, I think you know how the rest go And that's my 16 {*applause*}