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 ni**az like a f**kin` psychic

Hearin` through the grapevine, ni**az 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 ni**az come together

Heavy wetter, ni**a super soaker wetter, ni**a
Six feet under flowers, you ain`t nothin` but a petal ni**a
I`m just a little ni**a, tryin` to be a civil ni**a
Thirty years old, s**t that`ll be a different ni**a

Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listenin`
But she ain`t really trippin` `cause the pots is piston
Them ni**az 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 s**ttin` on a way a ni**a thinkin`
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
Is this the future and crime is 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, till the mother f**kin`` snow come
And it feels so f**kin` 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 ni**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 da, da, da, da da
Da best rapper alive