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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 casa be siete uno
motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and

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

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

I'm the same thug that be with women
Gave the game true religion before you found it in
the Wrath of Kane 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 candy painted car is the color of
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 break your ass
I'm way past in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the

Bun Beater, the ever breathin' or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the
Go to any city nigga and bring my up
I bet I eat the best rapper got in the game up

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a
Left with the Midwest, clique
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
Till you vexin to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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