作词 : Carter, Dwayne

作曲 : Carter, Dwayne

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,

HEY! HaHa.Yea,

(Verse 1),

I got the game on ball and chain,

I threw the key in the train,

I'm like the key in the truck,

I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless,

Seeing through you niggaz like a ****ing psychic,

Hearing through the grapevine, mother****ers 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 b***h, throwing up the seventeenth sign,

Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times,

A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever,

Tell them mother****er b*****s come together,

Heavy wetter, mother****er super soaker wetter, mother****er,

Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal mother****er,

I'm just a little mother****er, trying to be a civil mother****er,

Thirty years old, mother****er that'll be a different mother****er,

Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin,

But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is piston,

Them mother****ers trippin, unitl the shots whistling',

Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention,

I gotta mother****er, and quit callin women mother****ers,

As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen,

No preventing the crime, I gotta get it,

I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin,

There you go mother****in' on a way a mother****er thinkin,

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 mother****er snow come,

And it feels so ****ing good,

Throw my shit like a rope, let them tug and pull,

No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches,

Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune,

Come and get it, automatics in motion,

We bangin for the bread mother****er, even the molded,

I got my loaf, I got my toast,

Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea,

And unll I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE.