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Gawddayum, I know what y'all 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 casa be siete uno
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle
Pardon my Spanish and

Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay
Till your face sever, one of the greatest
ringin' 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 of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your last a week, that'll 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 Wrath of Kane and you not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you just the tape

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

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

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

Call a up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp him
Don't around, I'm not your lil' homey
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'
with 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 ball cap and a Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a movie clip the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot
We stackin' 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 girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in butt
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred cologne

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your girl mine, strong like saki
I Rocky but I keep 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 Lamborghini the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a of lean

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

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