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(Whoa, Kenny)
 Pamela Anderson, Pam Grier
 The man's here, there's no fear
 Came through with no tears (wah)
 I don't cry
 Matter of fact, I don't lie like a bedside
 To tell the truth, then I tell you what it is or what it ain't
 Please roll me up another dank, another smoke
 Though I see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes
 I see my thoughts, it's adios
 Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
 The ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
 D'Evils, stay with the scripture, what your mama read you
 You gotta milk the game, son, I couldn't bottle-feed you
 This next bar was 'bout to do some Logic shit
 But now I gotta stop the shit and let me pop my shit
 Drama still added on, stayin' positive
 All my niggas on my side, on the opposite
 Get money from a show, then deposit it (uh)
 Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah)
 So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty)
 Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking
 The Shogun, came through with no gun
 One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
 And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet
 I told 'em, please go to church, and please get on a diet
 Shoebox came with the doowop
 One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
 Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
 What goes up must come down on Tuesday
 And I don't like Pixar, mister
 I am the master, I came through like a (wait a minute), bastard
 Nobody fathered my style
 People said I would fall off, but I've been here for a while, so nope
 Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant?
 The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan
 The vampire, taking over empires
 If the game was a tooth, I'm a fuckin' pair of pliers
 We gon' do 'em Vinny style
 As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious)
 Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious)
 And cold like (ice)
 Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga
 Get money from a show, then deposit it (uh)
 Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah)
 So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty)
 Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking
 The Shogun, came through with no gun
 One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
 And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet
 I told 'em, please go to church, and please get on a diet
 You already know what time it is
 It's the motherfuckin' championship