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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The next king of in the game, you 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 be surrounded with women
Gave the game religion before you found it in denim
the Wrath of Kane and you could not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you just the tape

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 with n'am
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

I smother and split a down to the tendon
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 dead by the

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

Call a up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then him
fuck 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 Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get with a sketchin'
Left the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the Texas, pop you to death

I put private planes on Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a clip from 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 some hoes on the cock plan

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

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

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

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

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

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