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Hit a down... I'm the king, and you better it All I need is Beyonce, and a necklace you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black blood nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Ran hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile, call it a vacation I call it a with a smile GOD bless the child, wit style Nigga sicker than West Nile, who of the West now I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to shit Shut the fuck up, you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill And I be wit crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's push ya grill backwards Faster Iraqis when Bush attacking My semi-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The coming for ya My jab, Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova Got the whole world clapping, just the Nolia Boys Since a juvenile, I had to prove my Went from to DJ Clue, and blhow 20 Magazine covers, look at me now You need a hot 16?.. I 100 thou Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running mouth The half, in the ATL runnin' the south 10 Mill in the bank, 7 house I'm rich, so on my 30th I'm out Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I better lines Better rhymes everytime, nigga's on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my You wit me, my next album going to sell Britney I beat on these rap nigga's like do Whitney No more drama, no more wit 50 And if you just tuning in, to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360) Right back I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Harbor That was '95, Cube was in his prime You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I mine to '89, got my first mixtape My brother brought it for me, they use to him Big Face But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we shit And you living in my shadow Marcus Vick And I heard about yo little talking shit Stay out my family bidness, or you get a quick I ain't change, nigga that got off them bricks Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his is sick Getting head on the road, cause his cars is And he so good, I had to pause this shit I 'em bomp, slow down baby Got to get this firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ She said you,pay me So I her in AZ That's what I get for letting her listen to my a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't maybach's Nigga I'm gangster, and don't play dat Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped this the payback, you want beef.. say that I'll a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at Get yo clique wet, making up crip sets got ran outta New York by Dipset Then he got ran out of by my set Banned Watts, can't even walk through his projects Nigga so lame, he gangbang Won't bust a shot, and the know where I hang I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the chain The fact remains, the don't rap for fame Game rap for fun, blast his gun the gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done Be easy, I might give you a this once I'm ready to die, but I want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the On the couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug After one meeting, I was right back in the Red bandana hanging, crack in the hood Now it's, for good... Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his face How that yo shit out fa'real, Call Nelly or Paul Wall, 'em make you a grill I cook beef, like a steak on a Got the on hold, but I ain't Pharrell Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, smoke in ya lungs I Spit like a razorblade under my tongue Nigga, I'm number one, bar none Who kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son We can go bar for bar, drop some(tm) Watch me Take Flight Tom Cruise in Top Gun You might win some, but you lost one I beat on these lil nigga's Dr. Dre drums at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves Thinking beefing wit hurricane to boost they sales that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put on "Ice"
A skee , let me ask you a If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, you get? (A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta man.. Go something to do