[Chorus: Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous, You don't want no problems, you don't want no Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm You don't no problems, you don't want no problems
Death by lyrical I kill you A lot of green with a complexion Women call me the Green Bay I pack the Meaning deniro So paid, rappers is waitin' on and they all get Knicked like Melo Hello, LUDA! Tell theses other double up Cause I got some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts
Haha, up Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm this Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it and a hollow point through ya head Hope ya get the it don't really matter who ya is Nowadays they be snitching and so smooth Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools Sposed to keep it real but don't you Know you get the when the police is who he spoke to shoot at your and turn your molecules Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a Comical money reason I'm a move They'll anounce that I made a killin obama news 3 stories but the really never told 3 stories in the condo I never Who I kill to get a bomm docks episode With shakira shaking she got in a leapered robe Play no games like I got a token My money counter just be through the motions me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin Always bein a boss what the is a promotion Anything less the best is insulting Gold toilest I be pissing like a I hope ya got I leave ya broken I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him
Da 5'9":] I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer full of commas No regrets for the drama I a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the direction Now it's time ya bow in [?] Writ in my cause bitch I'm bonker, plural In a with my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl She on E, feeling on me, on key I'm bumping We Are The World Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he "We run town" No he did he I like tinting the glass, You take a sip me She from the of Jackson I call her Mississippi, that was pretty Demand like a black man get re-elected He get it, did he?
[Joell [?] to the to the floor Just it through the ghetto in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy Referee mind state, I'm settling the I don't know what ya'll for Wait, wait, know what, fact I don't know what waiting for I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up til the speakers pop I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his And his tongue in his ear going Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I is hot But bont be mad at least you speak is... I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay
I:] Rapper, hustler, My shit fly like I'm launching of the underground, God of the saw On black, [?] to the jaw Yeah I'm off the This work, call me "I'm off the block" I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo and I'm off the top Rep that West till I with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot me, the only way you can stop me I'm top seed, I pop at my speed So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom I speak fast as Lamborghini's in