Fly Out

We hereI said we hereThe back of Tha CarterThe back of Tha Carter....Two....OooohYea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two peopleHEY! HaHa.Yea[Verse 1]I got the game on ball and chainI threw the key in the trainIm like the key in the truckI spent a G on these frames though my vision is pricelessSeeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychicHearing through the grapevine niggaz wanna hate mineSay my name and die in the daytimeYou catch my drift man you better be PeytonBoy the heats on they make a peace bondIm in this bitch throwing up the seventeenth signStraight frowns no daps strapped three timesA Tec-11 AK 47 one Beretta ready for whateverTell them pussy niggaz come togetherHeavy wetter nigga super soaker wetter niggaSix feet under flowers you aint nothing but a petal niggaIm just a little nigga trying to be a civil niggaThirty years old shit thatll be a different niggaQuit it Wayne your Mom is listeninBut she aint really trippin cause the pots is pissed inThem niggaz trippin until the shots whistlingHear them bullets sizzle like a cobra at attentionI gotta bitch and quit callin women bitches