Lyrics:
or two
But I won't miss it anyway
Because as long as the majority
Of shit gets fat
I'm cool to give myself a little slack
See I've been doin this too damn
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
posses?
She want me to waste everything and be small as an elf
Let me tell you something baby, let me tell you
[Chorus 2]
I can do bad by myself
I
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
get scammed by fake methods, it was 99 hints
I think she knows I want her, I dropped 99
Caught my first body at 13 and I ain't been the same since
Now!
(Freaks on the floor) [Repeats]
One, two, one, two
Light up another one dude
[Chorus:]
Now! (One, two, three, four come on, come on,
niggas couldn't stick it
Forget it, you regret you ever stepped to this man, so bet
I recollect, a-mic-checka 1-2 and what you're thinkin'?
I want
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
with her
I click out up in my head, the rub a body in the booth
Them money growing trees, I be standing by the roofs
I got a 30 on my side, Steph Curry
I
me for you, that's how we do, 99-to-two-thou Brand Nu
Chorus:
you for me (Uhuh)
Me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for
me Oli-Twist
How I be eating these beats
I'm finishing all of it
Keep it like 99
Cause I be lying sometimes
When I need to calm a bitch
Flow like
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
will never be the latest
Look 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
yo self known and stop talkin' from an distance
I remember back to this round 1992
Some niggas called me up sayin' we startin' a group
Yeah I gave it
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
this is gonna be good
Hol' on boys I'll be back
(A posse of guys yelling, Walking sounds)
Now close your eyes and count to ten
One, two thr (Sounds
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
I
my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I
Born from hippies back in sixty nine
I was bored by 1992
I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
They said, "Son, we've been waiting
a lie cr*ps drop like autumn, I just got new cuts sorted
Fuck two friends now its awkward, I done fuck three friends thats a foursome
Slide by Brams then
'm drivin along
On the 99
When I'm hearin that song
Got me thinkin bout those days
(X2)
everything must go,
Catfish billy got beans for the load,With chocolate chips,
Hop up in the spaceship lets dip clean and roll,
Like 2.99 can I get a 3 can
I got 99 problems, don't make it a hunnid These bitches come a dime a dozen
You give them a inch, they go miles a runnin' Two things, I don't waste,
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