Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Shyne, Nas, Bun B - Outro lyrics

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 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know 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!

Look who crept in, crept-crept in
Look-look who crept in, look-look who
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 16 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 and 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"

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!

They say I’m underrated
But un-compete-with-able hm 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
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!
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"