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[ODM] Yeah, what's up 1998 bout to set it straight ODM, Mr. Shadow come on Got Viscious up in here Yeah, what's up I said make money money Make money money money Hey yo Shadow come through [Mr. Shadow] I'm about to make you bounce Mr. Shadows' in the house I don't care about the fame making money's all that counts Headed south now you know there's a party goin on ODM got's those bottles of those Don Perron [ODM] It's a mexican thing that we bring to your city 619 909 homies tell me 'Are you with Me' Bumping Lake Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets With phat ass rides and homies coming with that heat From undearneth, I got that DP with a twist lime in Throw on an instramental start rhymin I'm climbing to the level 80 proven toxication I'm so fucked up Shadow tell what they're facing [Mr. Shadow] A gang of shows A gang of hoes When I step in through the door Everybody knows that I becoming with my flows I'm the one that is known for my sickness Going down my hitless, now tell me if you're with this [Mr. Shadow/ODM] Now everybody raise up Who you be what you claim 619 909 staying true to this game Mr. Shadow ODM coming through with the sickness Clock a grip load a clip cause I trip with a quickness [Repeat] [ODM] Now ODM will make you bounce like Skate in the 98 He won't hesitate to make the scrilla before it's to late Us fools got to stick together quit hittin on the next man Get a plan and flip the next grand And watch me clown cause my shit is straight legit 7 years in this bitch and still bangin out those hits And it don't quit and it don't stop, til my album drops Now I'm that fool that brought mexicans to hip hop I brought the pattern of browns and introduced the new sounds And now I'm down to put it down for the underground A young playa with the hit one time Shadow let that nine shine if they find time to step out of line And I ain't servin no manners, just provin I'm the baddest And what we do is creeping through the night Like the devils get at us and if you think you got that bomb shit You're fuckin with the wrong cliq 619909 fools be on Chorus [Mr. Shadow] I thought you knew that I was staying true to the scene Blowin up bustin raps nation wide here people scream and clap It's that bald headed fool ain't no room for the drama It's all about the show state to states makin dollars I gonna drop it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed Rock Dependin on my rhymes cause my life depends on hip hip And it don't stop til I come up, on a grip like Billy Gates Mr. Shadow and ODM at the gates for 98 Straight swiggin on that bottle of the don huh We carry on to the limit and beyond huh We just some young mothafuckas staken paper like the tribune Now why would you want to get sick if you know I'm always with you Make you panic like your nena when I'm coming Like daffy got you duckin, like the law I got you runnin And now you know I'm the man with the plan Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin true to the game [Chorus]