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

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

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

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be
Fuck me, the rap game'll need protective custody

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

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

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

Bun Beater, the ever breathin' or deceased
the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best they got in the game up

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you 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 Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you done to that

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