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[Chorus:
I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you don't no problems
Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you want no problems

Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Bay packer
I pack the
mucho 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 records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
they are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all across the I polluted it
Suafist and a point through ya head
Hope ya get the point it don't matter who ya is
Nowadays be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the blame when the police is who he to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn molecules
Into particals how you thinkin I'm a lose
money only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin like obama
3 but the truth really never told
3 in the condo I never know
Who I goota kill to get a docks episode
shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no like I never got a token
My money counter just be going the motions
Give me my jim mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion
less than the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a
I hope ya got geicko I ya broken
I'm taking the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from top ramen to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets except for the
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now time ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand like a black man get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz:]
[?] to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what ya'll for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I ain't say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
when 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 nice to say, you're not nice okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My fly like I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
I'm off the block
This work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan