Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead    (A Million) Motherfukka's 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) Motherfukka's on my dick    (A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt       Hit a break down...    I'm the king, and you better respect it    All I need is Beyonce, 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 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 Chi-town    Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's 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, nigga's ain't going to kill shit    Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit    Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers    And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers    Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards    Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking    My flow semi-automatic, blhow    Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment    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 Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow    20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now    You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou    Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth    The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south    10 Mill in the bank, 7 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 everytime, nigga's hate 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 dick    You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney    I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney    No more drama, no more beef wit 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 yo 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 Face    But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit    And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick    And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit    Stay out my family bidness, 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    Got to 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'll take that    Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's    Nigga I'm 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 gangbang    Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang    I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the 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 Sug    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 fa'real, Nigga im for real   Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill    I cook beef, like a steak on a grill    Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell    Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs    I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue    Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none    Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son    We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm)   Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun    You might win some, but you just lost one    I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums    Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves    Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales    Never that, motherfukka, 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"       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