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In this corner with the 98
        Subject of suckers object of hate
        Who's the one some think is great
        I'm that one, son of a gun
[Killah Priest] 

In hip hop I'm a pro fessional 

no questions asked  better check my jewels 

from 98 to 2G's  I rule 

Killah Priest
time at home
Ah but the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights

They've got a business that they spent a while coming by
Been a long uphill
time at home
Ah but the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights

They've got a business that they spent a while coming by
Been a long uphill
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day and see
You know the only song I ever learned to play on my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica
That I got from Wayne
Baby, let me love you to the 98th degree, girl
And heat it up (I'm down)
Girl, let's heat it up (I'm down)
I can give you all my lovin'
If you're
yes
All the bullshit now that's progress
Glad to get high and see the slow motion world
Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating
Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave
casue they want my ride 

But lil do they know that I pack my side 

Cause my 98 oldsmobile 

With bullets chrome the real real 

So split that
Mug mug mug
Coffee mug
Gonna clear away the haze
Liquid proof

That I can win this race
Coffee mug
The grip that keeps me tall
My inter-link
Mug mug mug
Coffee mug
Gonna clear away the haze
Liquid proof

That I can win this race
Coffee mug
The grip that keeps me tall
My inter-link
Mug mug mug
Coffee mug
Gonna clear away the haze
Liquid proof

That I can win this race
Coffee mug
The grip that keeps me tall
My inter-link
religion with a question
Let's start with the dreams we may have left behind
Let's build a fortress of love by the river
With all of the happiness that we
The count is hundred 98…before the setting sun,
They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell,
No more delays are countenanced by
As the world turns and all the money we burn
On the bullshit to make us happy, sometimes we never learn

That we're self-centered, we think we're better We
In the back of the bottom drawer
Of the dresser by our bed
Is a box of odds and ends
That I have always kept

But the man who sleeps beside me
that he would write
So he sat down at her table
And they talked about the weather
98.6 and rising down by Boulder Dam that night

Chorus

Now he's traded
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Today he traded his '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal on a new Porsche car
He isn't wearing his usual gray business suits
He's got jeans
98% are not at war!
I was raised by my mam
We didn't have the time to meet the breadline

I spent my whole life
Caught up in a cloud to make
this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice