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

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

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

I hope you niggaz standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you got enough to be
career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck me, the rap game'll need protective custody

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

I smother and split a bitch to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't your ass bendin'
I'm way past 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 rapper got in the game up

Call a up, email him or chirp him
Make a out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left the Midwest, clique Texans
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 up your midsection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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