Hey, Skee, 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) wanna see me dead (A Million) wanna see me in the fed's (A Million) Bitches wanna give me (A Million) Dollars in my bank (A Million) the first week out (A Million) on my dick (A Million) Motherfukka's shyt
Hit a down... I'm the king, and you respect it All I is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black blood 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 nigga's lie I'm going for awhile, call it a California vacation I it a Bentley with a smile GOD the child, wit incredible style Nigga sicker than Nile, who king of the West now I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, bloods, real clappers rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush My semi-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the boy, and I'm making Hova noise Got the whole world clapping, like the Nolia Boys a juvenile, I had to prove my style Went Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow 20 Magazine covers, look at me now You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth The half, in the ATL runnin' the south 10 Mill in the bank, 7 house I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I better lines Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my You wit me, my next going to sell like Britney I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do No more drama, no beef wit 50 And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360) back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage Where Crips and Bloods it out like Pearl Harbor That was '95, when was in his prime You yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine Rewind to '89, got my first My brother it for me, they use to call him Big Face But now, we brothers, nigga we ain't shit And you living in my shadow like Vick And I about yo little rappers talking shit Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin I ain't change, same that got off them bricks Got to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick Getting head on the road, his cars is sick And he so good, I had to pause this shit I 'em bomp, slow down baby Got to get shit firm 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 maybach's Nigga I'm gangster, and don't play dat Stand way back, or get ya ass ASAP Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say I'll have a hundred hoodies where you lay at Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset he got ran out of Compton by my set Banned from Watts, even walk through his projects so lame, talking he gangbang Won't bust a shot, and the know where I hang I'm Big Kane, and the platinum chain The fact remains, the game rap for fame Game rap for fun, blast his gun the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done Be easy, I might give you a pass this I'm ready to die, but I want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood On the same couch, I put my demo in a 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 mention Dre, get a Eagle shoved in his fucking face How taste? yo shit out fa'real, Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a I beef, like a steak on a grill Got the clipse on hold, but I Pharrell I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs I Spit sharp a razorblade under my tongue Nigga, I'm number one, bar none Who else kick knowlegde outside of and the God Son We can go bar for bar, cocksucker some(tm) Watch me Take like Tom Cruise in Top Gun You win some, but you just lost one I on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums Look at these motherfukka's trying to theyselves Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to they sales that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"
A , let me ask you a question If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get? (A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck here man.. Go something to do