Lyrics

[Produced by Willy Will] [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "Who that?" Big Bun Beeda but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (For real!) Motherfuckers 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 Deeper in the quicksand with no easy fix, man (Damn) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib Drank and the twenty-ounce froze in the fridge You fuckin' with P.A. so you know what it is (What it is) I'm sittin' on the fours that clack Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs Said we do it for the Pimp, so no holding back, let's go! [Bridge: Nas] Look who crept in, crept-crept in Look-look who crept in, look-look wh- [Verse 2: Nas] L-l-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons Reppin' QB 'til the death of him 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's intestines I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast Gut 'em like a gastric bypass But ya Nas advocates actors Seem to get typecast in the same role Since sixteen, I ain't grow a day old Yet my brain grow Cocaine white Range Rov' 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, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected Chowed down, now my food's digested Pow-pow, with my shooters are Techs That'll bust 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 the Eighth Guillotine to your neck, bitch I'm a king in 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, was a wildin' dude Studied Taoism, made power moves Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food You can 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, 'cause like my nigga Drake say "We ain't got time to respond to niggas" [Verse 3: Shyne] I'm a villain, I'm a villain All that happens in the street Poverty and desperation Made me everything I be I'm a shotta when I pop up With them poppers, burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers We takin' over Gotham Word to Poppa Blood, Bl-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' fire They actin' like they ain't gon' die Until I let them 'llamas fly Flatbush to Bed Do-or-Die From Watts to Larry Hoover, Chi' Poverty and heroine It's no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart It's the green that we want Cash Money is the company And Weezy the boss! [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] They say I'm underrated (Uh-huh) But un-compete-with-able Hm... 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! (Oh) 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 sayin' ("There he goes again!") See now, they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga, run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake 'em when I come And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistaking how I be breakin' 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 you niggas still hangin' 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 Tha Carter IV