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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
from the state where 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 with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We to the money like it's 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
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants Kanye West and Em
record, goes 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 actors seemed to get in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real good for a project
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing straight that my crown for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
Been in this shit '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them hate or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

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

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating levels are
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being 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' he goes again!"
See now they nominated a nigga to and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it they want 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 everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV