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Chamillionaire]
Cause I'm so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you don't no problems
know I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You want no problems, you don't want no problems

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
Cause I got work all on my waist 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
Ludacris they are Ludacris I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow point through ya
Hope ya get the point it don't matter who ya is
they be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools
to keep it real but they don't you
Know you get the blame when the is who he spoke to
shoot at your and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really I'm a lose
Comical only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin like news
3 stories but the truth really never
3 stories in the condo I know
Who I kill to get a bomm docks episode
With shakira what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games I never got a token
My money counter just be going the motions
me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion
Anything less the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a
I ya got geicko I leave ya broken
I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him

Da 5'9":]
I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a from Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
Pedal to the
whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't know what you're for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up til the speakers pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
And his tongue in his ear going
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is...
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
ain't work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan