StoneColdMikey;8464252 said:
Carter 3 didn't have that fly in fly out shit cuz that was suppose to be a milli. But that song blew up lol
well he should've named the album something else. He had a pretty dope formula with the first two installments. Some of his best bars were spit on the fly in/out interludes.
Im'a just post the entire verse. I couldnt even decide which part to cut and paste. This whole shit is fiyah
So you made it...this far
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot
You know what this is?
Still Tha Carter 2 people
Yeah, you still in Tha Carter 2 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 fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til 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 talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't running, we don't hide, screaming 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 riding 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, photo phobia, 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 posing, 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