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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]
About this track
"Outro" is a song by Lil Wayne, released in 2011. The song was written by Birdman, Bun B, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Nas, Shyne, Willy Will (Producer). It was produced by Willy Will (Producer).
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Lil Wayne →Written by Birdman, Bun B, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Nas, Shyne, Willy Will (Producer)
Produced by Willy Will (Producer)
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
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