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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
need 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 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you what it is
I'm sittin on the that clack
down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back, go!

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, back to the Essence
adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a bypass
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 white Range
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
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 really like doing with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my nigga say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and desperation made me I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from 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
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em 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 when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the 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 'nother classic with tha Carter IV