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[Chorus:
Cause I'm so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you want no problems
Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you want no problems

Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or double dutch
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are think I'm luda this
Rep the all across the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow through ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and they so
Defaquit your like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but they you
Know you get the blame when the is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn your
Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a
Comical money reason I'm a move
anounce that I made a killin like obama news
3 but the truth really never told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks
With shakira what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games I never got a token
My money counter just be through the motions
Give me my jim carey mask cause I'm
Always bein a boss what the hell is a
Anything than the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I ya broken
I'm taking the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top ramen to top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now time ya bow down in [?]
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know what waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My fly like I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and I'm off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan