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Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin'
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 uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle
my Spanish and French

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The next of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be
with me, the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the thug that be surrounded with women
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 the tape

And keep your eyes on the in Ward
Triple black in the painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

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

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 rapper they got in the game up

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp him
fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you me

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

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

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

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

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

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got girl mine, meat strong like saki
I Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll your 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 know about cross country?
Nigga, your big but your diamond look monkey
You need to that shit back
That no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that

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