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

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

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

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

I'm the same thug be surrounded with women
Gave the 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 just watched the

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

I and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you 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 breathin' or
From the South to Midwest, to the East
Go to any city nigga and my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the up

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then 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 the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the Texas, pop you to death

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

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

Froze but coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the bands pop scrams
And I breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em Hot

I make your get down 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 James
Or call me Sir Jones, two dollar cologne

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

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

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

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