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

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

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

I hope you over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll protective custody

I'm the same that be surrounded with women
the game true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of and you could not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you watched the tape

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

I smother and a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you 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 best ever 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

a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then him
fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act you know me

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

I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick
you strip vexin to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip up your midsection

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

Froze but coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop
And I ain't when I'm in the pop stance
Bank like James Brown give 'em Hot Pants

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

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

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

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

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