Lyrics:
there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power, spike the powder, the ninety percent
Keep ten
Working on the Georgia Line the live long day
Ninety nine degrees and only half past May
Nailing down the metal with the cross time blues
I had
and achey joints
Its hard to feel spiritual when you've lost your faith
In a dark porta-john, holding a loaded nine millimeter
That's the real reason you
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
(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,
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
got to Georgia
It was nearly half past eight
She bought a ninety-nine cent breakfast
At the Stuckey's by the interstate
And she don't know where she's
an apple tree
I've had prizes
And I blew it
When I'm ninety nine and half dead
I'll hold on to it
That's the life I had
I wouldn't have it no other way
farm,
I slipped a half-carat diamond on the third finger, of her left hand
And asked to be her one and only man
Numbers all around, flying by, ups
Jersey
Summer time
The air outside is
Ninety-nine
Backyard
Jersey
Summer time
The air outside is
This glass is half full
Can you feel me
I'm high
Knowing
yonder, baby
Lord that's where my-my sugar sweetie stays
Lord knows I-I ain't seen my little darling
Been ninety-nine and one half days
(Sometimes that
that, I preach it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage,
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
That's four hundred ninety-nine a half per eye
Minus the love, total up the blame
Carry the hurt and multiply the pain
Add the memories divided by you
Daniel got delivered to the house down the street
By John the Revelator and half the British fleet
He walks into the room where it's started to sleet
champ
The one who'll leave the ninety-nine for one like that
The one who came to light our feet upon this path
The one who bored the cross and even then
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
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
morning 'bout a half past nine,
I spied a sheriff coming down the line,
hocked and he coughed as he cleared his throat,
he said come on you dirty hack
between foes and cones
One-fifty for a ninety-nine cone
Where's my change? Got changed on the road
Pop goes the weasel, gripping on your throat
Power
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,
side
She'd have all her children live free
Oh! however, conditionally
Marble-eyed John
When he left for the bend
From the half light of dawn
Began days
side
She'd have all her children live free
Oh! however, conditionally
Marble-eyed John
When he left for the bend
From the half light of dawn
Began days
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,
-8643.jpg/225px-John_Scofield_(cropped)-8643.jpg "John Scofield")
.jpg/300px-Half_Man_Half_Biscuit_(22017516678).jpg "Half Man Half Biscuit")
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