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Fuck with me. Thank you. Come Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come You know me, man. Yeah. Come on. B. Gotti, not G. Don't check. All right. Oh, B. I got them boys. Baby, Slim Thug. Is it, baby? You can't see me, but I see you and I see you, lord. I-I-got 'em. Bring the crowd in, I'm loud and living color. It is Weezy fucking Baby, got these rappers in My stomach. Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing. If you sell a million records, we could battle For your money. I'd rather count a hundred thousand Dollars on a Sunday. Watch a football game and bet it all on One play. Still stunting, baby, Yes, I'm still flossing. Latest car on the market with the top peeled Off it. Big wheels make you look a little Bulky. You look a little salty, have yourself a Chilled coffee. Chill out, the goons is still out. Even though I am a boss, ain't got papers To fill out. I'm busy, I got paper to reel in. God, I hope they snapping at the end of My ride. I hope I'm fishing in the right Pond. And I hope you catching on to every line. Who am I? The best rapper alive. The best best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And they go R-U-S-P-E-C-T me. The best rapper alive. The The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Yeah. The heart of New Orleans, Thumping and beating. Living and breathing, stealing and feeding. Peeling and leaving, killing and grieving. Dearly departed, erased, deleted. No prints, no plates. No face, no trace. Out of sight, out of mind. No court, no case. Sell his chain, celebrate. Block party, second line. Zulu ball, Essence fest, Jazz fest, Mardi Gras. Shawty bounce, body rock. Now he drop, now he got family try. Tell a fed, tell a cop. Smell a rat, coming back to the house, To the spot. Tap, tap, knock, knock. Who is that? Chicka-wow. Trigger man, hoodie man. Telekids, boogeyman. Pistol Pete, ammo mammo. Gun man, blum blam. Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up. Pussy-ass niggas put your nuts up. Just call me the best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And they go R-U-S-P-E-C-T me. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Yeah. Fuck up with all these rookie MCs, Oof. Smell like a bunch of pussy to me. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em good. Fuck 'em long. Fuck 'em hard. Fuck who? Fuck 'em all. Yeah, like that, just like that, Right back. I'm on that money train and that MAC'll knock them off track. The quarterback well protected from the Warren Sapp. The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac. You can't see me, baby boy, you got that Cataracts. I'm right here, straight out the hood Just like an alley cat. Since everyone's a king, well, where the fuck your Palace at? Me? I got calluses on my hands, I can handle that. It's no problem, baby, I so got it. It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just jogging. Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath. The motherfucking best yet. Sorry for cussing, ooh. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And they go R-U-S-P-E-C-T me. The best rapper alive. The best rapper The best rapper alive. Swagger right, check. Game tight. And you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Yeah.