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Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's see me in the fed's
(A Million) wanna give me head
(A Million) Dollars in my bank
(A Million) Soundscan the first out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you better it
All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim
Gave 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for
Ran hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down
I'm going away for awhile, call it a California
I call it a Bentley with a
GOD bless the child, wit style
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to shit
Rappers kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, these nigga's push ya grill backwards
Faster than when Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is harrassment
get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise
Got the whole world clapping, just the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to my style
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be they mouth
The half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom
I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin
it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney
I beat on these rap like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out Pearl Harbor
was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought
Rewind to '89, got my mixtape
My brother brought it for me, use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we shit
And you in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers talking
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre his bars is sick
Getting on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause shit
I told 'em bomp, slow baby
Got to get this shit like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She 'fuck you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip
Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset
Then he got ran out of by my set
Banned from Watts, even walk through his projects
so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum
The fact remains, the game rap for fame
Game rap for fun, blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards
Be easy, I might give you a pass once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
On the couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was right back in the
Red hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How taste?
yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em you a grill
I cook beef, like a on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, smoke in ya lungs
I Spit like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, bar none
Who else kick outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil like Dr. Dre drums
at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit going to boost they sales
that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"

A skee , let me ask you a
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta man..
Go find to do