[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