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Gawddayum, I know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right is about to shut dem damn haters down

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

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

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

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

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

I and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break ass bendin'
I'm way past endin' in my of warnin'
You with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the
Go to any city nigga and bring my up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the up

Call a nigga up, email him or him
a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then 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 left with a
Left with the Midwest, Texans
G. and Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death

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

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

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

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

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your mine, meat strong like saki
I Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock your tuna fish out of

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

What you know about gettin' cross
Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look
You need to that shit back
That ain't no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you to that

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