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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
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 need protective custody

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

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

I smother and a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you break your ass bendin'
I'm way past in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best breathin' or deceased
the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and bring my up
I bet I eat the rapper they got in the game up

a nigga up, email 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 you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & 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 on swift Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick
Till you strip vexin to a clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip up your midsection

He introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam
you metal 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 with a hot hand
We stackin' till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop
Bank pounds like James Brown '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 call me James
Or call me Sir Jones, two dollar cologne

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

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

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

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