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

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

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

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

I'm the thug that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion before you 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 your 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, the wheel, understand nigga?

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

Bun Beater, the best ever or deceased
From the South to Midwest, to the East
Go to any nigga 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 meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil'
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

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

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

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

Froze but coldly rolls with a hot hand
We cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop
Bank pounds like James 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 hot street flame, they call me Sweet James
Or me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne

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

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

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

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