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[Kanye West]

It was all good just a week ago

N-ggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop

N-ggas kill themselves

What n-ggas gon do Hov?

This a new crack on a new stove

I'm in the two-door, true that

N-ggas tellin' me "You back"

Like a n-gga ever left up out this bitch, huh?

And if life a bitch suck my d-ck huh?

And I bet she f-cked the whole clique, huh

By the way n-gga, you should f-ckin' quit, n-gga

Just forget it, you talk it, I live it

Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthaf-cker and I get it

No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me

Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically

Historically, I'm kickin' b-tches out like Pam, n-gga

Goin' HAM n-gga, me and Jigga

And a n-gga still young, wanna have no kids

But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit

And a few white girls, asses flat a shit

But the head so good, damn a n-gga glad he hit

Got em jumpin' out the building

Watch out below, a million out the door

I'm about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

I'm about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am


F-ck y'all mad at me for?

You don't even know what I've been through

I play chicken with a Mack truck

Y'all muthaf-ckers woulda been moved

I swam waters with great whites

Y'all muthaf-ckers woulda been chewed

I hustle with vultures late nights

Y'all muthaf-ckers woulda been food

F-ck wrong with these dudes

Try to walk around in these shoes

See the shit I saw growing up

And maybe you can take a peek at these boo's

N-ggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like

These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really

I'm like really half a billi n-gga

Really you got baby money

Keep it real with n-ggas

N-ggas aint got my lady money

Watch the Throne dont step on our robe

Bad enough we let you step on our glow

When my nephew died, daddy dead

N-ggas took the price on my uncles head

Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled

So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread

Bow down, brother pay homage

Don't spill hate all on my garments

Commes Des Garcon, f-ck your fresh

Head shots n-gga f-ck your vests

F-ck the pig, no pork on my fork

Peace God cause you know a n-gga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,

Let these n-ggas know who I am

Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

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