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

Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
Women me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm luda
Rep the dirty all across the world I it
Suafist and a hollow point through ya
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and they so
Defaquit your vocals like pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the when the police is who he spoke to
shoot at your and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really thinkin I'm a
Comical money only reason I'm a
They'll anounce that I made a like obama news
3 stories but the truth really told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota to get a bomm docks episode
shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games like I never got a
My counter just be going through the motions
me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the hell is a
Anything less the best is insulting
Gold I be pissing like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I leave ya
I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him

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

[Joell
[?] to the
Pedal to the
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead 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 what you're waiting for
I ain't say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear going
Just when you it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

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