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[Chorus:
Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous,
You don't want no problems, you don't want no
Ya'll know I'm so dangerous.
You want no problems, you don't want no problems

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Green Bay
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
theses other boys double up
Cause I got some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm this
Rep the dirty all across the world I it
Suafist and a hollow point through ya
Hope ya get the point it don't really who ya is
Nowadays they be and they so smooth
Defaquit your like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really I'm a lose
money only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce I made a killin like obama news
3 stories but the truth really told
3 stories in the condo I know
Who I goota kill to get a docks episode
With shakira what she got in a leapered robe
Play no like I never got a token
My money counter just be through the motions
Give me my jim carey mask I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the hell is a
Anything less the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a
I hope ya got I leave ya broken
I'm taking the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous [?]
She on E, feeling on me, on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

Ortiz:]
[?] to the
Pedal to the
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I know what you're waiting for
I finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
I'm off the block
This ain't work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan