Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Muhfuckas wanna see me dead (A Million) Muhfuckas wanna see me in the fed's (A Million) Bitches wanna give me head (A Million) Dollars in my bank account (A Million) Soundscan the first week out (A Million) Muhfuckas on my dick (A Million) Muhfuckas talking shit, yea [360 Bars] Here the break down I'm the king and you better respect it All I need is Beyoncé and a Roc-A-Fella necklace Nigga you can check up on it I'm a Slim Thug, Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood Gave niggas 300 bars, two mixtapes and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T Did it for New York Did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop and made these niggas lie down I'm going away for awhile Call it a California vacation, I call it a Bentley with a smile God bless the child wit incredible style Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now I'm putting my vest down, niggas ain't gon' kill shit, shut the fuck up Nigga you ain't gon' kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these niggas'll push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking My flow semi-automatic, blaow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harassment Nigga get a lawyer when The Game coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy and I'm making Hova noise Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style Went from Kay Slay to DJ Clue then blaow Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at me now You need a hot sixteen?, I need a hunid thou Cause half of these rap niggas just be running they mouth The other half in the ATL runnin' the south Ten mill in the bank, seven bedroom house I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out Nigga, I'm so ahead of time and I spit better lines Better rhymes every time, niggas hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline (Fuck it I'm rich, for nuttin', tell the media to get off of my dick) You wit me, my next album gon' sell like Britney I beat on these rap niggas like Bobby do Whitney No more drama, no more beef with 50 And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360) Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor That was '95, when Cube was in his prime You brought your Lethal Injection and I brought mine Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Fase But now we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick And I heard about your lil rappers talking shit Stay out my family business or you get a coffin quick I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks Got signed to Dr. Dre 'cause his bars is sick Getting head on the road 'cause his cars is sick And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit I told ''em bomp Slow down baby Gotta get this shit firm like Foxy, Nas and AZ' She said 'fuck you, pay me' so I left her in AZ That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I take that Dress up for the grammys but I still don't drive Maybachs Nigga I'm a gangster and homey don't play dat Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP Nigga this the payback, you want beef, say that I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset Then he got ran out of Compton by my set Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects Nigga so lame, talking he gang-bang Won't bust a shot and the nigga know where I hang I'm Big Daddy Kane and a platinum chain The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun The game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done Be easy, I might give you a pass this once I'm ready to die but I don't want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good and I'm back in the hood On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Suge After one meeting, I was right back in the hood Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood Now it's, Aftermath for good Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face, how that taste? Blow yo shit out for real, call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill I cook beef, like a steak on a grill Got the clips on hold, but I ain't Pharrell Nigga I'm for real, my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs I spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue Nigga, I'm number one, muhfucka bar none Who else kick knowledge outside of Hov and the God Son We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some Watch me take flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun You might win some but you just lost one I beat on these lil niggas like Dr. Dre drums Look at these muhfucka's tryna prove theyselves Thinking beefing wit hurricane gon' boost they sales Never that, muhfucka, I'm a clever cat Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on Ice [Outro] A skee , let me ask you a question If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get? (A Million) Haha Lets get the fuck outta here man, go find something to do