[Intro]
We here
I said, we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter...
Two
Uhhg
Yea, this here is
The end of Tha Carter Two, people
Hey
[Verse]
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I'm like a ki in the drought
I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless
Seeing through you n***as like a f**in' psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, n***as wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Pathon
Boy the heats on, they making peace bonds
I'm in this b**h throwing up the "17th" sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped 3 times
A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them p**y n***as come together
Heavy better, n***a
Super-soaker wet a n***a
6 feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal, n***a
I'm just a little n***a trying to be a civil n***a
30 years old, sh**, that'll be a given n***a
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening
But she ain't really tripping cause the pots is pissed in
Them n***as trippin', until the shots whistling
Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention
I've got a b**h, and quit calling women b**hes
As long as she don't worry about the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting
There you go sh**tin' on the way a n***a thinking
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat 'til the motherf**in' snow come
And it feels so f**ing good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Running cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We banging for the bread, n***a, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the South; I got my coast, yeah
And until I die I'm the Best Rapper Alive