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We here, I said we here The back of Tha Carter The back of Tha Carter II Yeah, this here is the end of Tha Carter II, people Hey, yeah
I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic
Hearin' through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwin' up the seventeenth sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal nigga I'm just a little nigga, tryin' to be a civil nigga Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listenin' But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is piston Them niggaz trippin', until the shots whistling' Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch and quit callin women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventin' the crime, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin'
There you go shittin' on a way a nigga thinkin' Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin Is this the future and crime is to no one I liveeveryday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' snow come And it feels so fuckin' good Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We bangin' for the bread nigga, 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 da, da, da, da da
First time I heard this I almost shit myself
I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic
Hearin' through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwin' up the seventeenth sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal nigga I'm just a little nigga, tryin' to be a civil nigga Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listenin' But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is piston Them niggaz trippin', until the shots whistling' Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch and quit callin women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventin' the crime, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin'
There you go shittin' on a way a nigga thinkin' Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin Is this the future and crime is to no one I liveeveryday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat, till the mother fuckin'' snow come And it feels so fuckin' good Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Runnin' cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We bangin' for the bread nigga, 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 da, da, da, da da
First time I heard this I almost shit myself
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