Fly Out

[Intro] We here I said we here The back of Tha Carter The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people 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 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 heats on, they make a peace bond I'm in this bitch, throwing up the "17th" sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped 3 times A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggas come together Heavy wetter, nigga, supersoaker wetter, nigga 6-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 whistling Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention I've got a bitch...and quit calling women bitches! As long as she don't worry about the coke in the kitchen No preventing the crime, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinking 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 Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat 'til the motherfuckin' 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 Chaperone of the south: I got my coast. Yea And until I die I'm the...Best Rapper Alive