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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers 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!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You with 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 pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop off like King Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power 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
There go my nigga
Let them niggas hate or my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to to niggas"

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

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