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

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes to the Essence
Smack who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat intestines
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now Chandon
Fat blunts in the car strippers
Guns in compartments
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder 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 in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied and made power moves
Wild Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't like doing songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them hate 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 desperation me everything I be
I'm a shotta, I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint fight
They actin' they aint gon' die until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
and heroine, its no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will end
when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they nominated a to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be that I be blackin' on everything
And it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em when I
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
Aint no fakin, aint no of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when Im (DAMN!)
You see I spit National Treasure, rich
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a 'nother classic with tha Carter IV