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

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

Okay, I stay like Mayweather with lay leather
Till face sever, one of the greatest ever
ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the that'll leave Dakota 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, be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need custody

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

And keep your on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall n'am nigga
We trill, the wheel, understand nigga?

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

Bun Beater, the best breathin' 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, email him or him
a meal 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 you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids & 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, know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick
you strip vexin to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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