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Gawddayum, I don't know what been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right 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, handle
Pardon my Spanish and

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

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

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

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, workin' the wheel, understand

I smother and split a bitch 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 best 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 motherfuckin' ass and then him
Don't around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left with the Midwest, clique
G. and Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death

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

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

Froze but coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber pop scrams
And I ain't when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em Hot

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

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

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

What you about gettin' 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 to that

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