Yo, yo, yo. What's up? It's your boy Ganksta Nip. Showin' love for everybody. Lettin' everybody know it's a new millennium. We gotta get our minds right. We can't go into the new millennium with the old mind state.
Which is ignorance, know what I'm sayin? We gotta come together, pull our resources, praise God, and hope, for the best.
I over came everything Every obstacle tryin' to hold me down And young G that's a shame The way brothers do brothers cold
It ain't worth sellin' your soul to go gold And that ain't real, and I'm a tell you the deal Homies locked in the pen, tryin' to get in the pen
I gotta, keep strivin' and raise on up And you can't hold me down like that Mase and Puff I keep God in my heart I stay so smart Billboard psychopath, and I'm holdin' the charts
I can't be held down I can't be held Hold up, I think I just saw the five-o's roll up Never ever on the street can i let somebody drop me My determination is to great to let somebody stop me
Psycho Nip, South Park, A soldier with heart And I got love for Lil J for givin' me my start
[Chorus: x4] I gotta keep strivin' and raise in up And you can't hold me down like that Mase and Puff
Rest in peace Fat Pat, cause cops goin' drop Same thing Big Steve, cause the love don't stop Bobby Boy, ESG, and Lil Keke And bring it back to DJ Skew and I'm the psych N-I-P
And see-Note, Mad Hatter player keep on sippin' Herschelwood understood D-E-A ain't trippin' We showin' love everybody comin' with skills KB [?] house park side keepin' it real
And we ain't trippin', even bout no [???] man Holler at the South Park Mexican For real, this the deal, Psycho Nip come skills Robert Muhammad, mosque 45, knowledge to build
But I'm a psycho thug I come from down south And I'm holler at Lo' Light, 5th Ward Boys in the house And Double-O, E-Roc, Yellow Twins ain't afraid and if it wasn't for Scarface I would of never got paid
And I'm from H-Town, where we hustle for skriller Where my hustlers move keys young playa we killers All Day MLK these boys slang lley Ounce, six quarters, halfs, and bust AK's
We roll thick, trick, we [???] with guns And if we don't hit the weed lounge We goin' hit the [??], for real Who's the rapper to put South Park and the map It was me N-I-P Psycho Nip with a strap, for real
You know what I'm sayin'? It's your boy Ganksta Nip. First player world wide with an album from South Park. Much love to J.B. on the track. Slash on the mix. Know what I'm sayin'?
And it's done, engineered at Pyya Rhytums. My boy steve, Happy Alone Records, Corpse-Town. We keepin' it real. S.P.C. Psych Ward, Wreckless Klan, Mosque 45. ( huh ) We can't be stopped.