Album: Tha Carter IV (2011)
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  • Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
    Big Bun B, but you already knew that
    Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
    You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
    Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
    Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
    Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
    Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
    No tricks, man, those is for kids
    Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
    Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
    You fuckin' with PA so you know what it is (what it is)
    I'm sittin on the fours that clack
    Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
    We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
    And we do it for the pimps no holding back, let's go!

    Look who crept in with automatic weapons
    Reppin' QB till the death of him
    That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
    Track record, goes back to the Essence
    Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
    I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines
    I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
    Gut 'em like a gastric bypass
    But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
    Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
    Cocaine white Range Rov'
    Tats on my body like an art exhibit
    I did real good for a project nigga
    Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
    Fat blunts in the car with strippers
    Guns in compartments hidden
    I was real young little youth, a novice nigga
    Blessings, bowed down, respected
    Chowed down, now my food's digested
    Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs
    That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit
    Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
    Chop heads off like King Henry VIII
    Guillotine to ya neck bitch
    I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
    Been in this shit since '91
    Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
    Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
    Calm now, was a wylin' dude
    Studied cowards and made power moves
    Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food
    You can say that's how I move
    A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
    There go my nigga Wayne
    Let them niggas hate or like my nigga Drake say
    "We ain't got time to respond to niggas"

    I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
    Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
    I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
    Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
    Word to Poppa, Blood gang, five
    It's that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom line
    I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight
    They actin' like they ain't gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
    Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
    Poverty and heroin, it's no place for a juvenile
    Put greed in our heart, it's the green that we want
    Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

    They say I'm underrated, but un-compete-with-able
    Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
    Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
    And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
    They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
    That's when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' "there he goes again!"
    See now they nominated a nigga to come and
    Flatten everything now let me dominate it, nigga run
    And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
    And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
    I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come
    And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
    Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
    Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (DAMN!)
    You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
    And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
    Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
    What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
    Okay, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door
    Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER HICKS, GEOFFREY HUSBANDS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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