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

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

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

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

I'm the same that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you watched the tape

And your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the of board
Me or my brother on pall with nigga
We trill, the wheel, understand nigga?

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 with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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