Yo! Yo Joint did this This right is crazy I-I feel big! what I Not, not big in the sense of weight, you know I mean Like weight or, nothing like that Like colossal, like you know what I Like, ahh I heard you were for me
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello! (Tell me where you been?) Ha ha ha, you know! Ha ha ha (They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why) Yeah, ha ha, ha I know! Ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello! (Tell me have you been?) Shit, you know! Ha ha ha (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) Ha ha ha!
Yeah, to you, forever, me to you I heard somebody say church, I'ma need a I'ma need a coupe, I wont a roof Flyer than Beetle juice, juice, be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the wear a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the Blind colored guide me and see the truth if Stevie do?
But I'ma it to God, not Beaver, neither you I'ma murder, why I kill ol' and even you? Man, I got hating on me cause I'm hotter than the sun Got Spring hating on me I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I'm than ya'll And I would never, I would never, I never Fall I'm being by the seasons So fuck who hating for no reason!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the and I'm back again! (They been asking, they been searching, they been why) Who's asking about me? In case you're wondering Haa!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) Around the and now I'm back again! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Who's been about me? In case you're wondering Haa!
Yeah, I in and out the bank, bitch! all ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit, I flush And it go down the drain quick Two you will never hear, "Wayne Quit"
Cause win, and they lose I them April Babies, cause they Fools And they snooze, we up up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic, I park In a red and thang, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Collipark, but I'm Hollygrove! Now all my scream, "Soup," Woo,and "Da da dooh!"
I know my role and I play it And I wear it on my Libra Scale I suck a pussy, a pussy, leave it there Long hair don't care
Young! (Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me have you been?) Around the world and now I'm again! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Who's been asking about me? In you're wondering
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him! (Tell me where you been?) Around the and now I'm back again! (They asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) Who's been asking me? In case you're wondering
Cheah! I'm right cheah, in my chair, with my crown and my Queen Bee, as I share mic with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go Is that not why we came? And if not, then why
no mercy in Murcielago's I'm far from being the bastard that had fathered Now my being mentioned with the martyrs The Biggie's and the Pac's and the Marley's and the
Garvey, got me a Molotov Flow even if you box can't stop the blows Kaboom, the Roc Boy in the The dope boy just off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on Pilot, while guys just at my wardrobe I see Euro's, that's right, I took so much change from this rap game, it's go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!
my go Yeah, and I'ma go so opposite of Off the Richter, Hector Camacho, man, Savage Far from average, status quo Flow, so, pro
I know, I slow And I pass say, "What up, killer man?" Stop up my past! And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, and Don't Weezy baby!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay man (Tell me have you been?) Yo! (They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why) Ha ha ha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ay Man (Tell me where you been?) Hova! (They been asking, been searching, they been wondering why) Weezy!
(Hey Mr. Carter) Ha ha ha (Tell me have you been?) I hustling (They been asking, they been searching, been wondering why) hard, cheah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) And I swear to everything, when I this Earth (Tell me have you been?) It's gonna be on feet, never knees in the dirt (They been asking, they been searching been wondering why) You can try me fucka, but when I it hurts
Fine, we two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. Carter At the funeral parlor, dripping tears my sleeve Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. Carter