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a hundred
Lose 90
Reach the top
But at what cost
It don't stop
It don't stop
Get a promotion
And crash your ride
Find your love
And she passes you by
It don't

Freaks Come Out

Dru Down

Can You Feel Me

1996

for all you captain saver's
Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin
For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin
I'm the Fretmore

or tea
On the nine o'clock news
It's full of coffins and grief
Bar and a half
So I'ma be brief
I'm asking you this
What is a man
Without his beliefs
Maybe

to be knockin' they Socks off like John Hanes;
That's why I put in work Like its 9 to 5
And celebrate like it's ninety-five
Gon talk to em nigga

Did this

Lord, Mr. Ford

Jerry Reed

The Hits of Jerry Reed

1978

fourteen thousand dollars 
And ninety-nine cents, well now

[Chorus]
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage

This is music to be murdered by

Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony

And Justice for All

Wu-Tang Killa Bees

The Swarm, Vol. 1

1998

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

Noorotic

Redman

Dare Iz a Darkside

1994

I'm drivin by slowly 
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me 
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back

like a pimp, All the hoes wanna touch me
In the 9 Twenty 83, The city called the crazy V
The first time I pulled out my dick and bent a bitch 90 degrees

Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out

Hello Brooklyn 2.0

Jay-Z

American Gangster [Clean]

2007

'bout I
How you gwaan so? She like it hardcore
So I grind slow, iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0
My fine hoe we got some victims to catch

'bout I
How you gwaan so? She like it hardcore
So I grind slow, iller than Albee Square Mall back in the 9-0
My fine hoe we got some victims to catch

cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out

The ?

Method Man

Blackout!

1999

a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in

Afterparty

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel

2004

a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Out of Business [Limited Edition]

1999

she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John john phenom-enon, in japan they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, number won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine

The ?

Method Man

Blackout! [Clean]

1999

to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes

Came into the game as a youngie
Nkcora took me in, went away from the 90...gawd
SMPVE went beyond
Golden Butcher Block, grabbed the bull by

Real Shit

Rakim

The Master

1999

to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking

Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I

on rough poetry
With formality, with no sympathy
I'm on the MC killer streak
Like John Wayne Gacy with the funk
Which is essentional with my recipe
And I'm

pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his

Cocaine Blues

Hank Williams III

Risin' Outlaw

1999

and they took me back
I had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my doddered carcass in that county jail
The next morning 'bout a half past nine
I

to ninety-nine?
When the devil fucked my mom and she named me after John 
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, motherfucker
Quit motherfucker, You don't spit