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[Chorus:
Cause I'm so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you want no problems
know I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you don't want no

Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
theses other boys 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 got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm this
Rep the all across the world I polluted it
and a hollow point through ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and so smooth
your vocals like 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
particals how you really thinkin I'm a lose
Comical money only I'm a move
They'll that I made a killin like obama news
3 but the truth really never told
3 stories in the condo I know
Who I kill to get a bomm docks episode
With shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games like I never got a
My money counter just be going through the
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion
Anything less than the is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing a sultan
I ya got geicko I leave ya broken
I'm taking bout the mic I see the and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
My mind in the direction
Now it's time ya bow 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
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't know ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
And his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
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 nice

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
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 deliver the ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan