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Gawddayum, I know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

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

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

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

I'm the thug that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion before you found it in
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you just the tape

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

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

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

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp 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 & 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 Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your

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

but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like James give 'em Hot Pants

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

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

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

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

Bitch, the fuck you done to that?
Now, damn, somebody need to beat Jacob ass that