Lyrics:
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
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
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
enough[02:43.45]But I'll make it up to you[02:48.39]Somehow[02:53.22]Somehow[02:58.14]There must be some way[03:00.58]To make it up to you[03:02.98
conversations that
Basically said that welfare is the reason
Why a lot of black people
End up being Democrat they say –
You know first of all, it’s a limit
want (oh-oh)
Tell me what you want (Mase)
Tell me what you want (Bad Boy, '98)
(Tell me what you want, come on)
Tell me what you want from me
Take
I rocked house parties on 98th
Even rocked in the 6-9 vill
Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragon spot
All the 85th
and after all those rumours going around about this band me
Leaving the band, me splitting up, or the band splitting up, and all that
Stuff, which has been
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in New Releases Baby
Headed
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
J-dooly, on my way to drop 70 albums
Bitch, I ain't worried about no paper, I already signed myself
Put my plaques up on the shelf, already know my wealth
the strongest hope
To the point you just want to give up
Consumed by the longest wait now those days are gone
But we'll always carry them with us
It's a vicious
grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin'
Niggas who flippin' new 98's is steady cruising
Bumpin' up the block flossin' for the chicks
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to interrupt this album
With a little bit of real talk
We bout to represent the
Priesthood of believers
It's your boy
It's early morning as I park the Mazda by the office shed near the gate
This just to establish mood and time and place of that
Summer 98
empty hoe (hoe)
Throw up yo hood
Rep yo city hoe (hoe)
Ay ay
98 Is what im repping (ay)
And they all pope stepping
Brownsville is what im repping (ay)
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
zone might hit my dog Zo put some ice up on my pinky
Take a taste shorty say she like the ace by the bottle
Bad bitch I seen her in LA she a model
2
of fallin, dreamin', of fallin')
Let's pretend like its '98
Like I'm eating lunch off of Styrofoam trays
Trying to be the next rapper coming out
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
pussy (yeah)
Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM
It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out
up by 6am
up by 6am
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since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it's all to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love
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