So you made it this far.
We upstairs, I let you up here.
You special, Marley, don't shoot ‘im.
You know what this is?
Still Tha Carter II, people.
Yeah, you still in Tha Carter II, people.
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise,
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems,
I'll address them like P.O. boxes,
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit.
We so out of it, zero tolerance,
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve ‘em a pot of it,
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit,
Wet your ass up, head to feet till your sock drip.
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass,
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass,
I hear ‘em but they talkin' under masks,
Stop throwin' pebbles at a bulletproof glass.
That's Cash Money, honey pie,
We ain't runnin', we don't hide, screamin', ‘Fuck the other side!'
Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grinds,
I put your heart on it and walk on it,
The chalk's only for the art, homie,
How they trace ya after I erase ya?
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation,
I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience,
Slow paper is better than no paper,
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it,
You gotta know that paper,
If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper,
Gotta know that, photophobia, no Kodak moments,
Feds' walls with my pictures on ‘em,
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook,
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look.
Career crook, get your career took,
I'm back like a brassiere hook,
Bitch, cheer! Camouflage gear, the hunter's here,
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here, and this here is Tha Carter,
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama,
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter,
But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada.
I got ‘em by the collar, watch me drop ‘em
On the head at the bottom,
You ain't gotta shoot ‘em ‘cause I already shot ‘em,
And I ain't gotta get ‘em ‘cause I already got ‘em,
Get ‘em, get ‘em, get ‘em.