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Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin'
But I think this right here is about to dem damn haters down

I'm the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be uno ocho
motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my and French

Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota

I hope you niggaz over standin', I sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got to be
Your career a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective

I'm the same that be surrounded with women
the game true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of and you could not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you watched the tape

And your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the of board
Me or my brother on pall with nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

I smother and split a bitch to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break ass bendin'
I'm way endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the

Bun Beater, the best ever or deceased
From the South to Midwest, to the East
Go to any city nigga and my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper got in the game up

Call a up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then him
fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left a sketchin'
with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know it is
you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a movie clip the Westerns
Shit the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

He will introduce you to the on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets like from a rock band
holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose hoes on the cock plan

Froze but never coldly rolls a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop
Bank pounds like James give 'em Hot Pants

I make girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in butt
I'm a hot street flame, they call me Sweet James
Or me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat strong saki
I Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock tuna fish out of socket

Your out of pocket, she under pimpery
She reckless eyeballin' my top fall in
On my Lamborghini the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a of lean

What you about gettin' cross country?
Nigga, piece big but your diamond look monkey
You need to take that back
That ain't no Emmy diamonds the fuck you done to that

Bitch, the fuck you done to that?
Now, damn, somebody need to beat Jacob ass over