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 *****z like a ***kin' psychic

Hearin' through the g****vine, *****z 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 *****, throwin' up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them ***** *****z come together

Heavy wetter, ***** super soaker wetter, *****
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal *****
I'm just a little *****, tryin' to be a civil *****
Thirty years old, **** that'll be a different *****

Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is piston
Them *****z trippin', until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention

I gotta ***** and quit callin women *****es
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 ****tin' on a way 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 ***kin'' snow come
And it feels so ***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 *****, 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