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on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
(They know my name by now
But if not
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wreck ON $217 Dollars three 95 up against the hand i was not Followed old my goodness 1 hundred & ninety-one dollars ONE 9 eight merchandise 15 carat GEM
September 11th, 2007
It's the six year anniversary of The Blueprint and 9/11
Seventeen could hell raise, heavily in the twelve grade
Debating in
im like Ann fucking frank
I'ma bend you 90 like the 90's that I crank
They look at my ass, they say damn, that's a stank bank
Asian man on my ding
American will put in 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, for 45 years
That's 90,000 hours or 4,000 days; that's 10 entire years skimmed from the fabric that
and me see
Eye to eye
Hopefully you can see
and aren't blind
Number ninety nine with a bitch to the right of this spine
Fast and fighting lies with
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
near the minor
That was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
By Ninety I was already a crack legend
Pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in
the world and the skies
Wanted to give it all but how does he provide
When that Similac cost twenty-three ninety-nine
No diploma minimum wage working a nine
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
Loaded up with liquor, decorations and a 90s playlist
But by strike of midnight Katherine's palace was quite vacant
So she takes to her Jaguar, bottle
line[01:17.14]Fine line[01:18.45]Love used to be your focus[01:19.68]Now hate is your opus[01:20.98]I'm[01:22.20]Focus I'm[01:23.90]Surrounded by the thoughts
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
with a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robocop
hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
Why the art
to the smoky
Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons (turn, turn, turn)
Bought a baby .9 for the tour bus
And a G17 for the nonsense (suh-suh-suh-suh)
North
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
Helen
For her birthday she just turned ninety-nine
We were also there for Sidney
Who was ninety-four two days before
But he was sick, so mostly it was
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
i'm
Realer than 16 days after 9 11
September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga
Yeah, nigaa it's Gudda Gudda
All my street niggas stand up
All my Gudda
beyond my years
No time for frontin', no time for fears
You gots to get yours, I gots to get mine
Nine times out of ten gotta fend for self sometimes
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