Outro (feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne, Busta Rhymes)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
 Yeah... When I step in the spot, [bad word] say "who that? "
 Big Bun B, but you already knew that
 Live from the state where they chop it and [bad word] that
 You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
 [bad word] need to get off the [bad word]  man
 Fall the [bad word] back like a bike with no kickstand
 Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
 Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man  [bad word] )
 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 [bad word]  with DA 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
 And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go!

[Verse 2: Nas]
 Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' QB till the death of him
 That [bad word] that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and  Track record goes back to "The Essence",
 Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
 I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, intestine,
 I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
 But I'm like a gastric bypass,
 Bunch of Nas African actors seemed 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
 Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit
 Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
 Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, [bad word] 
 I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
 Been in this [bad word] since '91
 Niggas can't [bad word] with the style I use
 Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
 Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
 Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
 monster [bad word]  and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
 There go my [bad word] Wayne, let them niggas hate
 I love my [bad word] 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 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' fight
 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, 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to come and flatten everything
 Now let me dominate it, [bad word] run
 And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
 And make it complicated like a [bad word] constipated