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Gawddayum, I don't know y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I this right here is about 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
motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my and French

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

I you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need 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 not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you just watched the

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

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

Bun Beater, the ever breathin' or deceased
From the to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city and bring my name up
I bet I eat the rapper they got in the game 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 lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know 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 Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death

I put private 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 nose on the fam
Give you metal like clothes from a rock band
holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock

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

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

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

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

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

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