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

I'm from the streets that make walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, this
my Spanish and French

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

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

And keep your eyes on the in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the 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
High pressure, if you don't break ass bendin'
I'm way past endin' in my series of
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the

Bun Beater, the best breathin' or deceased
the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and bring my 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 motherfuckin' ass and then him
Don't around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left with the Midwest, clique
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

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 the Westerns
Shit the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

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

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

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat like saki
I ain't Rocky but I keep her
Fuck around, I'll knock your tuna out of socket

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

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

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