Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the (A Million) Bitches wanna me head (A Million) Dollars in my bank (A Million) the first week out (A Million) on my dick (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 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 nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile, call it a vacation I it a Bentley with a smile GOD bless the child, wit incredible 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, nigga you ain't going to shit Rappers don't kill rappers, kill rappers And I be wit crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's push ya grill backwards Faster than when Bush attacking My semi-automatic, blhow Touching is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the of De La Hoya I'm the boy, and I'm making Hova noise Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Since a juvenile, I had to my style Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow 20 Magazine covers, look at me now You a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou Cause of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth The other half, in the ATL the south 10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom I'm rich, so on my birthday 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 Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the to get off of my dick You wit me, my album going to sell like Britney I beat on these rap nigga's like do Whitney No drama, no more 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 Crips and Bloods shoot it out Pearl Harbor was '95, when Cube was in his prime You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I mine Rewind to '89, got my first My brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face But now, we ain't brothers, we ain't shit And you living in my like Marcus Vick And I heard about yo little rappers shit out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick I ain't change, same nigga that got off them 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 this shit I told 'em bomp, slow down Got to get this shit firm Foxy, NaS and AZ She 'fuck you,pay me So I her in AZ That's what I get for 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 drive maybach's Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't dat Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped Nigga this the payback, you beef.. say that I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies you lay at Get yo clique wet, making up crip sets got ran outta New York by Dipset Then he got ran out of by my set Banned from Watts, can't walk through his projects Nigga so lame, talking he Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum The fact remains, the game don't rap for Game rap for fun, blast 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 a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm in the hood On the couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug After one meeting, I was back in the hood Red bandana hanging, selling in the hood Now it's, for good... Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle in his fucking face How taste? Blow yo out fa'real, Call Nelly or Paul Wall, 'em make you a grill I cook beef, like a on a grill Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't 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 kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm) me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun You win some, but you just lost one I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre Look at these trying to prove theyselves beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales Never that, motherfukka, I'm a 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 skee , let me ask you a If you the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars Then add the 360 bars, wit one Federline, what you get? (A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck here man.. Go find to do