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

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' double
I shit on rappers verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
they are Ludacris 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 it don't really matter who ya is
they be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
you get the blame when the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a
money only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin like obama
3 but the truth really never told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota kill to get a bomm episode
With shakira shaking what she got in a robe
Play no games I never got a token
My money just be going through the motions
me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin
Always a boss what the hell is a promotion
Anything less than the is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a
I hope ya got I leave ya broken
I'm taking bout the mic I see the and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my perfection was my momma
My in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow in [?]
Writ in my cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand like a black man get re-elected
He get it, did he?

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

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 ain't work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan