Nas - Outro lyrics

[Produced by Willy Will] [Bun B] Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherf**ers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherf**ers need to get off the dick, man Fall the f** 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 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 f**in' with PA 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! [Nas] Look who crept in with automatic weapons Reppin' QB till the d**h of him That n***a that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em Track record, goes back to the Essence Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines I pa** it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast Gut 'em like a gastric bypa** But ya Nas advocates 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 n***a 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 n***a Blessings, bowed down, respected Chowed down, now my food's digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin' Chop heads off like King Henry VIII Guillotine to ya neck b**h I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb Been in this sh** since '91 n***as can't f** with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wylin' dude Studied cowards and made power moves Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food You can say that's how I move A monster n***a, and I don't really like doing songs with n***as There go my n***a Wayne Let them n***as hate or like my n***a Drake say "We ain't got time to respond to n***as" [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 h**ne, 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! [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 sh** 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 n***a to come and Flatten everything now let me dominate it, n***a run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a n***a constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain't no fakin', ain't no kind of mistakin' how I be breakin' Up everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (DAMN!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done k**ed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Most of you n***as sorry and owe apologies, quick What the f** you n***as still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe b**h? Okay, now enough of that, see now I'm out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother cla**ic with tha Carter IV