battin' 'round the trap when i'm in the streets
got a target on your back standin' next to me
you don't know who you're
backed out with that look in her eye
that'll make the devil smile
tell me can you handle my type?
tell me can you handle my type?
you don't you know who you're fuckin' with
music punchin' or the internet
twenty million when i see the net
they know i'm eatin' up the threat like i'm hannibal
i got no reason to panic when all the money paid
wearin' armani now that i'm feelin' suede
now i can choose the weather on any day
know you hurtin' 'cause you always throwback
rollin' through the pieces on a kodak
but i know you fuckin' hate me
backed out with that look in her eye
that'll make the devil smile
tell me can you handle my type?
tell me can you handle my type?
you don't you know who you're--
you don't know who you're fuckin' with
i know many come and go when i go to this
end another man and then i'm leavin' them piddlin'
i'm a beast when i'm on it
i really want it like buffalo needin' women
repeatin' me winnin' the a figure like i'm benedict
got the money flowin' proper like an atm
gotta see me glowin' proper with that alien
taller than the makkah when i gotta stack it up
now she soundin' like chewbacca when she back it up
backed out with that look in her eye
that'll make the devil smile
tell me can you handle my type?
tell me can you handle my type?
you don't you know who you're fucking with