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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The next king of in the game, you ain't got to be
Your career last a week, that'll be
Fuck me, the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with
Gave the game true religion 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 eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of
Me or my brother on with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

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

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

a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and burp him
Don't around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

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

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

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

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot
We cheese 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 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 hundred dollar

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

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

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

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