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Gawddayum, I know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to dem damn haters down

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

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

I hope you niggaz standin', I stay 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 need protective

I'm the same thug that be with women
the game true religion 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 your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of
Me or my on pall with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

I smother and split a down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass
I'm way past endin' in my of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you 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 best rapper they got in the up

Call a nigga up, email him or him
Make a out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't 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 kids Smith & 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 know it is
When you see the ball cap and a Thessons
Till you vexin to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi lift up your midsection

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

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

I your girl 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 Sweet
Or me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne

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

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

What you know gettin' cross country?
Nigga, your piece big but your diamond monkey
You need to take that shit
That no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that

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