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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
from 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 back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' PA so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman
And we do it for the pimps that are 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 from a fat intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same
Since 16 I grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
in compartments hidden
I was real young youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are
That'll bust louder than the that I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in thing, don't be dumb
Been in shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your is sealed, no Heidi Klum
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and made power
Watched Wild Planet seen devour food
You can say how I move
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or like my Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that in the street
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we over Gotham
Word to Poppa, gang, five
Its that Blood five, but green is the bottom line
I run town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
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 thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated a gun
I gotta make it what they want and em when I come
And shake 'em and 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I killed more cats 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, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV