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

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

Okay, I stay 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 Dakota Fanning

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

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

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

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

a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp 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 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 planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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 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 like James Brown give 'em Hot

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 flame, they call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two dollar cologne

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

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

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

Bitch, what the fuck you to that?
Now, damn, somebody need to Jacob ass over that