So they asked me
Young boy, whatchu gonna do the second time around?
How you gonna come back?
I try told 'em I come back like thirty-two
I jump back like thirty-three
Uh, hit me, that's nothing
This here's Tha Carter 2 people, this here's Tha Carter 2 people
Hey, they call me Mr. Carter
I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead
I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hata
I will put them bodies on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm craziest, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder
And a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin' I'm just pitchin' your honor
I ain't snitchin' your honor
Hate bitch niggas bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter
Open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles
I remember bein' young tryin' to hustle my dope
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black batman go
No, call me pacman your ghost is blue
I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Getchu with the straight arm no warning, nothin'
Look it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up tryin' to take a niggas lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga's shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so five-oh-four you gotta kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here
Cash money is the army, navy seal me here
Alotta niggas ran from me but I still be here
No chrome on the Continental
I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill, crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Monday, October 20, 2008
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