Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me (A Million) wanna see me in the fed's (A Million) Bitches give me head (A Million) in my bank account (A Million) Soundscan the week out (A Million) on my dick (A Million) talking shyt
Hit a down... I'm the king, and you respect it All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim Gave 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Ran through hip-hop, and these nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile, call it a California I call it a with a smile GOD bless the child, wit incredible Nigga sicker than Nile, who king of the West now I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to shit Shut the up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real bloods, clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will ya grill backwards Faster Iraqis when Bush attacking My semi-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The coming for ya My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy, and I'm making noise Got the whole clapping, just like the Nolia Boys a juvenile, I had to prove my style Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow 20 Magazine covers, look at me now You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 Cause half of these rap just be running they mouth The other half, in the ATL runnin' the 10 in the bank, 7 bedroom house I'm rich, so on my birthday I'm out Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I like I'm Kevin Federline Fuck it im rich, for nothing, the media to get off of my dick You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney I on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney No more drama, no more wit 50 And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, to the 360) back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage Where Crips and shoot it out like Pearl Harbor That was '95, Cube was in his prime You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought to '89, got my first mixtape My brother it for me, they use to call him Big Face But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we shit And you living in my like Marcus Vick And I heard yo little rappers talking shit out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick I ain't change, same that got off them bricks Got to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick Getting head on the road, his cars is sick And he whop so good, I had to this shit I told 'em bomp, down baby Got to get this shit firm Foxy, NaS and AZ She 'fuck you,pay me So I her in AZ That's what I get for her listen to my Jay-Z Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll that up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't dat way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at Get yo whole clique wet, up crip sets Nigga got ran outta New by Dipset Then he got ran out of by my set Banned from Watts, even walk through his projects Nigga so lame, talking he Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I I'm Big Kane, and the platinum chain The fact remains, the game don't rap for rap for fun, Game blast his gun the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done Be easy, I might give you a this once I'm to die, but I don't want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the On the same couch, I put my in a package for Sug one meeting, I was right back in the hood Red hanging, selling crack in the hood Now it's, for good... Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert shoved in his fucking face How taste? yo shit out fa'real, Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a I beef, like a steak on a grill Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my Nigga, I'm one, motherfukka bar none Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm) Watch me Take like Tom Cruise in Top Gun You win some, but you just lost one I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre Look at these trying to prove theyselves Thinking beefing wit hurricane to boost they sales Never that, motherfukka, I'm a cat Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"
A skee , let me ask you a If you the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you (A Million) Haha.. get the fuck outta here man.. Go find to do