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Gawddayum,

I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout

But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that make *****z walk slow, talk low

With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho

Brooklyn ************, handle this

Pardon my

Spanish and

FrenchOkay,

I stay clever like

Mayweather with lay leather

Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever

Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'

****, I got the swagger that'll leave

Dakota Fanning

I hope you *****z over standin',

I stay sucker-free

The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be

Your career last a week, that'll be luckily

**** with me, the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women

Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim

Feel the Wrath of

Kane and you could not escape

The hip hop version of ‘

The Ring’ and you just watched the tape

And keep your eyes on the *****s in

WardTriple 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, understand *****?

I smother and split a ***** down to the tendon

High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'

I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin'

You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased

From the South to

Midwest, Cali to the

EastGo to any city ***** and bring my name up

I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up

Call a ***** up, email him or chirp him

Make a meal out his **********in' ass and then burp him

Don't **** around,

I'm not your lil' homey

I'm the King of the

Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big reppin'

We givin' kids

Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'

Left with the

Midwest, clique

TexansG. and

Daddy Kane, the click

Texas, pop you to death

I put private planes on swift

Jetsons, *****z know what it is

When you see the ball cap and a slick

ThessonsTill you strip vexin’ to a movie clip from the

Westerns**** from the

Uzi clip lift up your midsection

He will introduce you to the nose on the

Glock famGive you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band

Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man

High roller dose some hoes on the **** plan

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand

We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams

And I ain't breakdancin' when

I'm in the pop stance

Bank pounds like

James Brown give 'em ‘

Hot Pants’

I make your girl 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 call me

Sweet James

Or call me

Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne

Board Nine or

Issey Miyaki

I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki

I ain't Rocky but

I keep her rockin'

**** around,

I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket

Your ***** out of pocket, she under pimpery

She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in

On my Lamborghini with the quick scream

Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean

What you know about gettin' cross country?

*****, your piece big but your diamond look monkey

You need to take that **** back

That ain't no

Emmy diamonds what the **** you done to that

*****, what the **** you done to that?

Now, damn, somebody need to beat

Jacob ass over that