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

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 lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the ever
Beyond bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger leave Dakota Fanning

I hope you over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got to be
career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need custody

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

And your eyes on the niggas in Ward
black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

I smother and split a bitch 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
the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the up

a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil'
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 with the Midwest, Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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