Lyrics:

Every Black person who says that they're a leader needs to pen blazing questions about AIDS
And get an answer to the question 'How could it be in a book published in 1969?'
Under chemical and biological warfare
Tell 'em

Man to man, I don't know if they can
From what I know, the parts don't fit (Ah, shit)
Now he's sharin' a needle with a drug addict
He don't believe he has it either
But now he does, he doesn't know
'Cause he goes straight to a ho
Tell you what, who was next on the butt?
Wild thingin' on a germ runnin' wild
Yo, stop, but the bag popped
Damn

Ayo, Terminator, man
Yo, meet the G that killed me