Lyrics:
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
She'll do a hundred and fifty on a windy day
Well I bought her in the Buy and Sell in 1992
A travellin' man in a caravan said "This is the bike for
racconto storie di altri
53. Solo musica innocua e tormentoni per le masse
54. Rivoglio i 99 Posse uscire dalle casse
55. Lotta di classe, la colpa è di chi
just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I
the mic makes you look like a rapper
But you're just a sloppy copy cat
Front on me and I'm a hit you with a bat
Bottom of the ninth, two out, and I
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist
[ VERSE 2 ]
Boom bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
gun him walk the park with
He has a mouth but the K him talks with
But how it started
Juiy 25th 1992
In Trelawny parish Johnny born and grew
With his
I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!!
(Violent J & Shagy 2 Dope)
I'll stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is
(change)
Price code : Budget One : 40kr / 4.99€ / 5.99$ / 3.99£
Public price tier : 4.99€
Primary genre : Pop
Secondary genre : (empty)
Allowed on : 240
Yea bitch
Pour it by the litter
Wokesha I don't need ya
Always love you sweet love
Whitney and Anita
Got 99 problem
Baby please don't think I
and three
Let The Bass hit ya face
Like a flying knee
Flash
K O
Come vibe with me
Like ready on go
One, two, three
Flash
K O
Come vibe with me
Like ready
Fuel To The Fire music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
1992, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved
somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians G5'in', and with my posse
It's outrages, on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you're two shaded
I'm too
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
Plus 99 by Shani Divine
Drop a pin, fuck it, I’m pullin’ up, (I’m pullin up)
I know you got a girl but frankly I don’t give a fuck, (Huh!)
Two
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
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