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Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's see me dead
(A Million) wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna give me
(A Million) in my bank account
(A Million) the first week out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my
(A Million) Motherfukka's shyt

Hit a down...
I'm the king, and you respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim
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 through hip-hop, and made these lie down
I'm going away for awhile, call it a California
I call it a Bentley with a
GOD the child, wit incredible style
sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, clappers
Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill
Faster than when Bush attacking
My semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' for ya
My jab, like Zab on the of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise
Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia
a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 house
I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so of time, and I spit better lines
Better everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my
You wit me, my next album to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no beef wit 50
And if you tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, Cube was in his prime
You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't
And you living in my like Marcus Vick
And I about yo little rappers talking shit
out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is
Getting head on the road, his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause shit
I told 'em bomp, slow baby
Got to get shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said you,pay me
So I her in AZ
That's I get for letting her listen 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 don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass ASAP
Nigga the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip
Nigga got ran outta New York by
he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his
Nigga so lame, he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know I hang
I'm Big Kane, and the platinum chain
The fact remains, the game rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so bastards done
Be easy, I give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood
On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was back in the hood
Red hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle in his fucking face
How that
Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em you a grill
I beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya
I Spit like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm one, motherfukka bar none
Who else knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm)
me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun
You might win some, but you lost one
I beat on these lil nigga's Dr. Dre drums
at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as 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 the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the outta here man..
Go find to do