We here
I said, we here
The back of Tha Carter, yeah
The back of Tha Carter – Two
Uhg, yeah

This here is
The end of Tha Carter Two, people
Hey, yeah

I got the game
On ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I´m like a ki in a drought
I spent a G on these frames
But my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggas
Like a fuckin´ psychic
Hearing through the grapevine
Niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift
Man you better be Pathon
Boy the heat´s on

They making peace bonds
I´m in this bitch throwing up the "17" sign
Straight frowns, no daps
Strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta
Ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggas come together
Heavy better, nigga
Super-soaker wet a nigga
Six feet under flowers
You ain´t nothing but a petal, nigga
I´m just a little nigga
Trying to be a civil nigga
30 years old, shit
That´ll be a given, nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening
But she ain´t really tripping
´Cause the pots is pissed in

Them niggas trippin´
Until the shots whistlin´
Hear them bullets hissin´
Like a cobra at attention
I got a bitch, and quit calling women bitches
As long as she don´t worry ´bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the grind, I gotta get it
I´m admitted to the game, true player, no quittin´
There you go shittin´ on the way a nigga thinkin´
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain´t promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat ´til the motherfucking snow come
And it feels so fucking good

Throw my dope like a rope
Let ´em tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless
Rats and roaches
Running ´cross the porch
In the attic there´s a fortune
Come and get it
Automatics in motion
We banging for the bread
Nigga, 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 the Best Rapper Alive