Lyrics:
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
alone.
Ninety-nine years from now, who will care anyhow?
There's ninety-nine reasons to lie.
Just keep movin' on, 'cause our love is gone.
I don't
a thing to kill my vibe
This year backwards with the 'rona
Stayin' inside, that ain't right, on the sofa
Rather catch a ride by myself to the coast, I'll
niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad motherfuckers is bad again
Mad Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a forty four and
I
I cut another tree down to pass the time
While I watch a lifetime pass me by
Looking back on old days, glassy-eyed
Watching years go, like my
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
he smiled as he picked up his ben
Ninety-nine years in that old San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I
a hero for real tho
9-0 to 9-4 he fought the war, an honor to carry the name
I got infinite respect - throughout the bloodshed and pain
Halfway across
working a job that wasn't paying out
Probably late to grand-daddy just shooting up the house
But that was year ninety-nine
Twenty-eight eighty-nine
Before I
The judge he smiled when he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin Penn
Ninety-nine years underneath that ground
But I can't forget that
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
pen
"Ninety nine years in the San Quentin Penn!"
Ninety nine years underneath that ground
I won't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Comon you
Hype. When it comes to this music, ah
Ah. When it comes to this music
Five year’s later but the endgame still the same, ninety
Nine to oh three I repped
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
to blue
There are more hats in Team Fortress 2
Than there are real forts in the whole EU
'Fort Boyard' took 56 years to complete
So by the time that it was
son
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
Ninety-nine elements, biochemical
Temptation, Kiss 100, or Flava
Get off from school and take
Ninety two point three but let's skip forward in time
Seven years down the line and it seems
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon,
shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
Chorus: repeat til fade
shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in
shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in
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