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Yeah, I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew
Live from the state where they chop it and that
You hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no 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' with PA so you what it is
I'm on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you 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 Range Rov'
on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in hidden
I was real young little youth, a nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like Henry the VIII
to ya neck bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a dude
Studied cowards and made moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
There go my Wayne
Let them niggas 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 made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the green we want
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being 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 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 make it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies,
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole classic with tha Carter IV