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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The next king of in the game, you got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with
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 watched the tape

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

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

Bun Beater, the ever breathin' or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the
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 lil' 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 with the Midwest, clique
G. and Daddy Kane, the 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 to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi lift up your midsection

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

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot
We stackin' cheese the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop
Bank like James Brown give 'em Hot Pants

I your girl get down and open it up
Put my up in they jaws and go in they 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 your girl mine, meat like saki
I ain't Rocky but I her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll your tuna 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 of lean

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

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