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

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

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

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

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with
Gave the game true before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you not escape
The hip hop of The Ring and you just watched the tape

And keep eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am
We trill, the wheel, understand nigga?

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

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

a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

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

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

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

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

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

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat strong saki
I ain't Rocky but I her rockin'
Fuck around, knock your tuna fish out of socket

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

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

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