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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do (for real!)
need to get off the dick, man
Fall the back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
Comin' down in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a novice
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin',
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, shit will never end
Thats when you a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now Im out the
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV