Lyrics:
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin' Prophet Posse get
my hands befo I touch my dick
Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin
I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin
Now if she tell that her
and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You
Let's do the Eastside one time
Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver
Lakeview,
1999! Anarchy in 1999! Just a start!
Just a start in 99! Anarchy in 1999!
Anarchy in 99! Anarchy!
You drop the knife and I'll kill you...
Go too far
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
things to move, I blink like bewitched
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by
that I am best and
Muscle bound rhymes that's why I'm flexin
Um de dumb de dumb dumb di
When I walk by girls cry cause I'm fly
Dang digi dang de dang
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,
spouts
I'm about two clicks deep i ride to keep
I think about the lyrics and beats when i'm asleep high
The more music the more shit to ride to
The more
military
Southwest Delray
Inner City Posse fucking shit up
I drink eightball from a 40
You drink Kool-Aid from a cup
Down with 2 Dope and Violent J
Pimp
I am going
Alexander Hamilton Alexander Hamilton
I be going Hamilton Alexander Hamilton
I be stackin Hamiltons you be lacking Hamiltons
Ni99as be
at that, we're two steps ahead of you
I just simply get up on the mic and
Do what some MC's are scared to do
Go for the gusto, if so
Yo, I keep my hat cut
of you unclean spirits,
I'm runnin' you outta town
Depression, strife,
disease and fear, your posse's goin' down
-Boy, last tenderfoot who
talked that big
by older that we dismissed
Bored of being young man the goal's to be older quick
Golden days over in twenties like holy shit
I'm born in 99 I'm still
something that you remember
I remember back in elementary we sketchin comics
Now we sketchin' words don't remember asking for your comments
I'm inspired by
I can turn up the base I can turn down the treble
Full metal jacket gon fuck up his mental this 12 out the shotty a whole nother level
Two and a half
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
me that she two on, ha, that's cute we a few on
I could show you what to do in this bitch
Take the addy with the water pop two and then sip
Me, you
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