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

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

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

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

I'm the same thug that be with women
Gave the game true religion before you it in denim
Feel the Wrath of and you could not escape
The hip hop of The Ring and you just watched the tape

And your 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, workin' the wheel, nigga?

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

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

Call a up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your 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 a sketchin'
Left with the Midwest, Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

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

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

Froze but never coldly rolls a hot hand
We stackin' cheese 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 dick up in they jaws and go in butt
I'm a young hot street flame, call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar

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

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

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

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