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

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

Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay
your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so
Shit, I got the swagger that'll 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 a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll protective custody

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

And keep your eyes on the in Ward
Triple 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 a bitch 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 by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or
the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper 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 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' Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

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

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

Froze but never rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the bands pop scrams
And I ain't when I'm in the pop stance
Bank like James Brown give 'em Hot Pants

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

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

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

What you 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 done to

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