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of the way we swing, and the underground talkhowyalike posse.
[Ah, ah, ah, I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk]
[Daddy, can I eat some ice
(Slayed)
It’s all about that deposit (Deposit)
Can’t let a fuck nigga by me (No no)
These days bitches swear they bad, bitch take off that mask, get a bag
the fact that I'm better than 99.99% of you[00:21.66]The paper do not resemble under sunlight[00:23.82]Never mind my indecision, all my blemish, all my
a culprit[00:16.23]Someone i trusted[00:16.90]But no longer trust[00:17.58]When his ass got busted[00:18.43]Dusted his ass[00:18.99]Do my chores that i must[00:19.77]Had been
the Mic like no one else
K-Dee introduce yourself, get busy boy
K-Dee in the house, Dre rocks the beats
Jinx still ill for my Posse
Ice Cube writes
ass niggas they won’t hold me back
Sometimes i feel like Warren sapp, 9-9 ways to get a sack
9-9 ways to get you whacked, link bro up won’t hit his jack
this cave of mine
Was built by me and I'm sorry I don't let no one inside
But you know that
Don't get offended
Though I barely let you up in it
But you
no way niggas running from the grind
Smoke a pound to the face I ain't passing mine
Aye Yaungs
health
I'll be the first to admit I've had better days
I've got 99 issues, and more are on the way
Nothing feels quite right today, no, I don't feel okay
the evening
My gs thieving and dreaming
Stacking up racks from the trap
We're repeating
We be doing this shit past your bedtime
Flipping these packs we have no
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
had 99 problems
97 of 'em: bitches
98: no pancakes
99: 96 won't 69
Well, I guess I gotta 100 because
I got this money on me (Hah) (Uh huh)
Some like
gee pull up in ma way
That's so rude fyu pull up in ma lane
Me and ma goons we dust you in ya lane
We dust you in ya... we cross you in ya laaaaane
99
Got my thirty for the times
Get it, 99 divided by 34 is 2 point nine
Yeah, two points is fine
But this three for the pie
No lie, just like the numbers
Make way to my radius playin' fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me myself and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No
drumming time
They said it's no coming back
No coming back, Fuck it I come alive
No nigga to run it by
When you the front running guy
There is no side so
been rolling with a crew
A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click
And if your firm ain't thick
Then your squad becomes vixed
Be extra careful
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
on by
(step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
(step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Posses
when you've got to be strong
Hold on, hold on
Daddy said love was a mystery
Said there are no rules for the heart
It's been that way throughout
is where it goes
Walking down that dirty road
From my head down to my toes
They say I'm gangster I'm gangster
Cause the way that I be walking
Is
that
When you face trials lets go
I got no limits no limits
No limits we make it count every minute
No limits I got no limits
By the world's standards I
to life like Brandon Lee,
Hit the corner, wit a four-four loner,
On a one way trip off that water,
Run fo yo life, the mic rock hard
I'm fuckin wit no
no Morgan
99 roses, they call me a florist
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands, yeah
Bitch I want blood on my hands,
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