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I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin' to kid, man?
I will slam dunk on your big man.
Been rappin' for years, crackin' them bears, the sound of platinum chairs.
Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly.
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy.
Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem Summit.
Countin' the loot, fountain the youth, the young God.
Here's the inside thug, like a Marmashad.
Some want to have emotions and kill me.
Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me.
So, keep my name off ya breath.
'Fore my nigga, Gruff, take the chain off ya chest.
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck.
Off the top of the dough, one shot and you'll blow.
Fuckin' wit' Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone.
Aiyo me and my nigga, Hais, ride, lay loose.
'Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce.
Hidin' right inside the bubble, face goose.
Not too quickly to make... to make news.
I'm a ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice.
And my crew, you're very stackless, very cock now.
Phase of every Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um,
Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me.
I say papi, Rocky, wish he would of shot me.
'Cause I don't care if he frail or cock D.
When I got the glock, B can't stop me.
And no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me.
Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime.
And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine.
'Cause I got my girl Curry, live in D.C.,
Work the spring court, you know for me, that just scary.
How Harlem nigga do, get in the building, bitch, hurry,
Before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury.