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

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

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

I hope you over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you got enough to be
Your career last a week, be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need custody

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

And keep your on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the 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
pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you by the mornin'

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

Call a nigga up, email him or him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you 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 Texas, pop you to death

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

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

but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds James Brown 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 call me James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your mine, meat strong like saki
I Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock your fish out of socket

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

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

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