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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the
Go to any city 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 lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

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

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

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

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

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

Board Nine or Issey
I got your girl mine, meat strong like
I ain't Rocky but I 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 with the quick
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a of lean

What you about gettin' 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 fuck you done to
Now, damn, somebody to beat Jacob ass over that