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

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

Okay, I stay clever Mayweather with lay leather
your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger that'll Dakota Fanning

I hope you over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next of in the game, you ain't got enough 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 women
Gave the game true religion you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you could not
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 painted car is the of board
Me or my brother on with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, understand

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

Bun Beater, the best ever or deceased
the South to Midwest, Cali 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 meal out his ass and then burp him
fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

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

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

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

Froze but never rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop
And I breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds James Brown give 'em Hot Pants

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

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

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

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

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