360 Bars (Full Circle)

[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