We here 
I said we here 
The back of Tha Carter 
The back of Tha Carter, two, oh 
Yea, this here is, the end of Tha Carter Two people 
Hey! Yea 

I got the game on ball and chain 
I threw the key in the drain 
I'm like the key in the drought
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless 
Seeing through you niggas like a fucking 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 Peyton 
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond 
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign 
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times 
That Tec-eleven, A-K forty seven, one Beretta, ready for whatever 
Tell them pussy niggas come together
Happy better nigga, nigga super soaker wetter 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 
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a giving nigga 
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening 
But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in 
Them niggas tripping, until the shots whistling' 
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention 
I gotta 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 playa, no quitting
There you go shitting on a way a nigga thanking
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin 
This is the future ain't promised to no one 
I live everyday like this is the sure one 
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean 
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fucking snow come 
And it feels so fucking good 
Throw my dope like a rope, let them 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 
Chaperon of the south, I got my coast, yea 
And until I die I'm the, the, the, the, the best rapper alive