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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 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 fuck back a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
in the quicksand, with no easy 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 fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours clack
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are back, let's go!

Look who crept in automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like West and Em
Track record, goes back to the
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die
Gut 'em like a gastric
But ya Nas actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art
I did real good for a nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's
Fat blunts in the car with
Guns in compartments
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down,
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
heads off like King Henry the VIII
Guillotine to ya bitch
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 Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
cowards and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like songs with niggas
go my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate or 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
and desperation 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
to Poppa, Blood gang, five
Its that Blood gang five, but is the bottom line
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run mouth, they aint gon' fight
They actin' like they aint gon' die I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put greed in our heart, its the green that we
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating are unreachable
Anything said other that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do gonna stop, this shit will never end
Thats when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' he goes again!"
See now they a nigga to come and
Flatten now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga with a gun
I make it what they want and wake em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and 'em to another place
no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin'
Up everything and be creating a when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas 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 us a whole 'nother classic with tha Carter IV