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Carter Ii Lyrics

from Tha Carter, Vol. 2

"Carter Ii" is track #13 on the album Tha Carter, Vol. 2. It was written by Carter, Dwayne / Jones, Tristan / Williams, Brian.
"Carter Ii" is track #13 on the album Tha Carter, Vol. 2. It was written by Carter, Dwayne / Jones, Tristan / Williams, Brian.

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So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know what this is?
Still The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey yeah

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' wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a 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 mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it

The chalks 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, you 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 posin', got a cool killer look

Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a briezeer 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 The 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 dippin' 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


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