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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you knew that
Live from the state they chop it and screw that
You on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you
in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man
No tricks, man, those is for
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 in the golden 'Lac
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 with weapons
Reppin' QB the death 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 like gas from a fat man's
I it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas advocates actors seemed to get typecast in the role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my body an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in hidden
I was real little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my digested
Pow pow, my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just
Let's get one thing straight that my ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
I'm a king in this thing, be dumb
in this shit since '91
Niggas can't with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards and power moves
Watched Wild Planet lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We got time to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, 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, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, its the that we want
Cash Money is the and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
They say Im underrated, but
Understandable, being that my levels are unreachable
Anything said other than should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this will never end
Thats when you a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me dominate it, run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
Most of you sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV