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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike 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' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who crept in with automatic
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder the noise that I just spit
get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit '91
can't fuck with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild seen lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
There go my 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
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon'
They actin' they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
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, this will never end
Thats when you hear a car in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV