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[00:06.09]We here
[00:09.24]I said we here
[00:12.56]The back of Tha Carter, yeah
[00:15.04]The back of Tha Carter
[00:19.54]Two, uh
[00:25.85]Yeah
[00:27.02]This here is
[00:29.17]The end of Tha Carter II, people
[00:31.68]Hey, yeah
[00:34.03]I got the game on ball and chain
[00:36.18]I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought
[00:38.85]I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless
[00:41.51]Seeing through you niggas like a fucking psychic
[00:44.31]Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
[00:47.10]Say my name and die in the daytime
[00:49.92]You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton
[00:52.52]Boy, the heat's on, they're making peace bonds
[00:55.29]I'm in this bitch throwing up the "17th" sign
[00:57.80]Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
[01:00.63]That TEC-11, AK-47, one Beretta
[01:03.18]Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together"
[01:05.70]Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga
[01:08.65]Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal, nigga
[01:11.50]I'm just a little nigga trying to be a civil nigga
[01:14.07]Thirty-years-old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga
[01:16.59]Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listening
[01:18.93]But she ain't really tripping 'cause the pots is pissed in
[01:21.81]Them niggas tripping until the shots whistling
[01:24.62]Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention
[01:26.90]I got a bitch and quit calling women bitches
[01:29.67]As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
[01:32.62]No preventing the grind, I gotta get it
[01:35.08]I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quitting
[01:37.99]There you go shitting on the way a nigga thinking
[01:40.50]Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
[01:43.13]And since the future ain't promised to no one
[01:45.74]I live every day like this is the sure one
[01:48.50]Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
[01:51.11]Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
[01:53.93]And it feels so fucking good
[01:56.32]Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull
[01:59.03]No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
[02:01.84]Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
[02:04.53]Come and get it, automatics in motion
[02:07.30]We're banging for the bread, nigga, even the molded
[02:09.73]I got my loaf, I got my toast
[02:12.69]Chaperone of the South, I got my coast
[02:15.40]Yeah, and until I die
[02:17.65]I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive