I made enough I ain't meant shit
So deep down in the dirty there lies us
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
(Please)
(Bow)
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up
Let's go
I been through all that I done, done what you sayin'
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
(Who?)
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
They don't forget it, I underline it and
(Huh)
And what happens when the reaper come
You startin' to look like a witness and this is
(Yeah)
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit' a nigga
I'm here muhfucker make room, boom
Better now than sooner junior
'Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
Carter, carter, carter, yeah
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
So how you wan' do it, baby, we can get it
Start 'em, ignite 'em, I walk through fire
'Cuz every time I did it I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Fork in the road, I'm always goin' right
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Man, I got 'em, I'mma get 'em B
I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie
And I ain't duckin' 'cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
That's real shit if you ever seen such
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Fly around ya city, try and take another tune ya
And the beat keep cryin' and I'mma keep beatin' her
See you fuckin' up the money, baby, that ain't good business
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb
(I got 'em B)
Quote, unquote with the eighth, I'm a gorilla but lighter
Stunna pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin'
I'mma ride baby, til' the judge give me a verdict, yeah
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it
I put it down when the others was playin'
For the gangstas and the bitches, the hustlers and the hoes
Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah
What the fuck you niggaz tellin' me?
(Nigga)
Yeah, Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
So fuck 'em, I'mma let 'em sit
Young Tune the big kahuna
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
Trust me there's history under all that dust
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
We can't see but we gon' make it to the finish line
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
Let's eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
I'm tryin' but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin'
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights
Breakfast, yes, let's eat, wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished
Damn, then one more to the face just
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Tha Mobb
'Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
To the criminal activity, fuck with them, they rushin' in
(Got 'em)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggaz is tuna
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Watch the flames start multiplyin', whoo, yeah
(Go)
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but what's new?
Chuch
I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n
(Fuck 'em)
Fee' I'm fuckin' her, I'm deep in her sleep in her
All I ask is that you pray for me
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Money and murder you, my nigga, my jelly preserver
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it
