Outro Album Version E

Yeah. When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say, "Who that?" Big Pun beat it, but you already Knew that. Live from the state where they chop It and screw that. You hating on the Trill OG, where they do that? For real. Motherfucker need to get off the dick, man. Fall the fuck back like a bike with no Kickstand. Get out my mix, man. Just gon' get you stuck deep into quicksand with No easy fix, man. Damn. Ain't no tricks, man. No hits for kids. Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib. Drank in the twenty ounce, fours in the fridge. You fucking with PA, so you know what it Is. What it is. I'm sitting on them fours That clack. Coming down Candy in the golden 'Lac. We getting to the money like it's Goldman Sachs. And we do it for the pimps, so no Holding back. Let's go. Let's go. Look who crept in. Look, who crept in with automatic weapons. Repping QB to the death, confirm that. Nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West And Em. Track record goes back to the essence. Smack adolescents who ask who the best is. I'm nasty like gas from a fat man that Tested. I pass it, you gasp for a breath And you die fast. Got 'em like a gastric bypass. Butchering opps averages after sin, figured typecast In the same role. Six-sixteen, I ain't grow a Day old, yet my brain grow. Cocaine, white Range Rover. Tats on my body like an art exhibit. I did real good for a project nigga. Was once a Bacardi sipper. Now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with Strippers. Guns in compartments hidden. I was real young, look at you, a novice Nigga. Blessings bow down, respected. Chow down on my food, digest it. Pow, pow, go my shoe as the tech spit. What was louder than the noise that I just Spit? Let's get one thing straight that my crown Ain't for testing, testing. Chop heads off like King Henry VIII. Guillotine to neck, bitch. I'm a king of this thing, don't be dumb. Been in this shit since '91. Niggas can't fuck with the style I use. Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum. Calm now as a wilder dude. Studied towers and made power moves. Watch Wild Planet, seen lions devour food. You could say that's how I move. A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing Songs with niggas. But yo, my nigga Wayne, let Them niggas hate. And like my nigga Drake say, "We ain't got time to respond to niggas." I'm villain, I'm revealing all that happens in the Street. Poverty and desperation made me everything I Be. I'ma shatter when I pop up with them Papas. Burn you blacker, colder judges, Colder coppers. We taking over Gotham worth a poppa. Blood gang five, it's that blood gang five. But green is the bottom line. I run this town, I ain't gon' lie. They run they mouth, they ain't gon' fight. They acting like they ain't gon' die. Until I let them llamas fly. Flappers to bed, do or die. From Watts to Larry Hoover's shop. Poverty and heroin, it's no place for a trooper. Now the greed in our heart, it's the green That we want. Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss. They say I'm underrated. Uh-huh. But uncompete withable. Mm, understandable. Being that my rating levels are unreachable. Huh. Anything said other than that should be Silenced, unspeakable. Shh. And the thought of you being nicer than Me, unfeasible. No. They ask is what I do ever gonna Stop? This shit will never end. That's when you hear a car crash in the Vocal booth. Got 'em saying, "There he goes again." See, now they nominated a nigga to come and Flatten everything. Now let me dominate a nigga Running. They be knowing that I be blacking on Everything. And make it complicated like a nigga Constipated with a gun. I gotta make it with It when I wake 'em, when I come and Shake 'em. And bake 'em and take 'em to Another place. Ain't no faking, ain't no kinda Mistaken how I be breaking up everything. And be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done. Damn. You see, I spit national treasure, Discography rich. And I done killed more cats than Curiosity, Snitch. Ooh. Most of you niggas sorry and owe Apologies, quick. What the fuck is niggas still hanging around here For? You apostrophe bitch. Okay, now enough of that. See, now I'm out the door. Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother Classic with The Carter IV.