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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bun Beater, the ever breathin' or deceased
the South 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 motherfuckin' ass and then him
Don't 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 givin' kids & 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 private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz what it is
When you see the cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a movie clip the Westerns
from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

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

but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the bands pop scrams
And I ain't when I'm in the pop stance
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 young hot street flame, call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two dollar cologne

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

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

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

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