Tell these bitches that I'm not the one
Some of them might get away but I'm poppin' one
I'm on the back of the bike just cockin' guns
German helmet pumps and versace stuns
I am the ninja, bitch named Ginga
Hope somebody got a couple limbs they can lend ya
Cause I'm the President, run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck buck buck, buck buck buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I come thru it get hotter then a soup kitchen
I leave clips in ya head like a beautician
I hit one, you hit one, that means who alive
But if they come back to Queens thats a suicide
I got some killers better tell these bitches who am I
In Italy already chilling with the tour guide
