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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The next king of in the game, you ain't got to be
career last a week, that'll be luckily
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 Kane and you could not
The hip hop version of The and you just watched the tape

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

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

Bun Beater, the best breathin' 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 burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like 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, niggaz know it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick
Till you strip vexin to a movie from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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

Froze but coldly 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 'em Hot Pants

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 call me James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred cologne

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

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

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

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