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

Look who crept in with automatic
QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the 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 advocates seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
to ya neck 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 fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a dude
Studied and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, aint gon' fight
They actin' like they 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
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

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