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Yeah, when I step in the spot, say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where 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, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the
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 it's Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

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

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all happens 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, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
They actin' like they aint die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever stop, this shit will never end
when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come 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 what they and wake em when I come
And 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Aint no fakin, no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography
And I done killed more than curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, for giving us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV