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LIL WAYNE - Carter IV Outro Lyrics

Feat Bun B, Nas, Shyne, Busta Rhymes

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Yeah… When I step in the spot, motherf-ckers say “who that? ”
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatinÂ’ on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the f-ck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just goÂ’ 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 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You f-ckinÂ’ with DA so you know what it is
IÂ’m sittinÂ’ on the fours that clack
Comin’ down candy in the golden ‘Lac
We gettinÂ’ to the money like itÂ’s Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding backÂ… letÂ’s go!

[Verse 2: Nas]
Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppinÂ’ QB till 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
IÂ’m nasty like gas from a fat man, attested,
I pass it, you gaspinÂ’ for breath and you die fast
But IÂ’m like a gastric bypass,
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ainÂ’t grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range RovÂ’
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now itÂ’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 foodÂ’s digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit
LetÂ’s get one thing straight that my crown ainÂ’t for testinÂ’Â… testinÂ’
Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
IÂ’m a king in this thing, donÂ’t be dumb
Been in this shit since Â’91
Niggas canÂ’t f-ck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylinÂ’ dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say thatÂ’s how I move
A monster nigga, and I donÂ’t really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate
I love my nigga Drake say “we ain’t got time to respond to niggas”

[Verse 3: Shyne]
IÂ’m a villain, IÂ’m a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
IÂ’m a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takinÂ’ over Gotham
Word to Poppa
Blood gang, five! ItÂ’s that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ainÂ’t gonÂ’ lie, they run they mouth, they ainÂ’t gonÂ’ fight
They actinÂ’ like they ainÂ’t gonÂ’ die until I let them llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, itÂ’s no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, itÂ’s the green that we want
Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
They say IÂ’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
ThatÂ’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got em sayinÂ’
“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 knowinÂ’ that I be blackinÂ’ 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
AinÂ’t no fakinÂ’, ainÂ’t no kind of mistakinÂ’ how I be breakinÂ’ up
Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when IÂ’m done (Damn!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the f-ck you niggas still hanginÂ’ around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
OK, now enough of that, see now IÂ’m out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole ‘nother classic with Tha Carter IV





Thanks to Adrina
 

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