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

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

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

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

I'm the same thug that be with women
Gave the game 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 just watched the

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

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

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

Call a nigga up, 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 givin' kids & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

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

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

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot
We cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds James Brown give 'em Hot Pants

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

Board Nine or Miyaki
I got girl mine, meat strong like saki
I Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll your tuna fish out of socket

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

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

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