Lyrics:
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
what's happening (Wasteman)
It's not even a joke out here (What?)
It's Mastabeatz time (Trust me)
Roll Deep time, Meridian time
Big up Bossman every single
elementary
Nineteen twice is thirty-eight, elementary
Twenty twice is forty, and it must occur to you
You can double any number
All you do is multiply by
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
in a tune
On the same riddim when I'm
8 bar spitting and
It's best you know your place on the-
I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout
These MCs
people[00:17.05]And for myself[00:19.61]Kryptonite, my first single was released on 8/18[00:21.73]A consistently appearing angel number in my life[00:24.98
Pay me by the pay pal
I'm lookin' at Benjamin, like hey, pal
Look me in my eyes see a masquerade
Born in 98' same vibe still from yesterday
Today
a swerve in a i8
Ima keep it a buck
When I get in this game, I ain't giving no trust
Cause some niggas be snakes gotta ride with it tucked
98
kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
'cause my pops is
The 98th meridian the pacific the empty blue,
Playground forest garden,
448 4th avenue easy street city by the bay, dump park traffic,
Snow drift
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
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
know you that really care a lot for me
I wanna see you happy even if it's not with me
Hey, hey (ooh)
9-8 remix, c'mon
Tell me what you want from me
Trzynastego sierpnia 1 9 9 8
Przyszedł na świat mały chłopczyk porośnięty rudym włosiem (siema)
Mały? To trochę przegięcie bo przy narodzinach ważył
penis
Nil by mouth, think she's had enough
Let me take her home I want some love
98 to 05
Oh let me take you
One brother on the net, one brother
bleep
Nil by mouth, think she's had enough
Let me take her home I want some love
98 to 05
Oh let me take you
One brother on the net, one brother
vagrant in America with traces
of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat.
With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya.
Swung open
i'm gonna go
Ahead, drop some bombs for you
98 percentile IQ test, i had a
75 percentile of all human beings when
It was counting eight numbers
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
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
front now like I'm still the same old tris
Member I was whipping that 9-8
Didn't have no money, no food on my plate
All them times we contemplated section
kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
'cause my pops is
up a cue
Every five minutes, I get two shots
Never get caught with the white in the pocket
I get rid of the 8 ball in couple shots
I pot the 8 ball by
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