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It is no 1999...
And I live in a of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
That creates mcs that rhyme...
For ten years I to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll be the realest shit you ever heard...
I watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be tomorrow...
So when they die, have no sorrow...
Just remember those you to cross...
'cause if your gets knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six foot bald from new york
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar nigga spillin
the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in the know you pussy ice grillin
Man a bitch must really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy bein just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the watch with the cuban link
and the matching necklace
And I'm too v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, let's take it back to
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your
Nigga you ain't hard
And a nigga spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same freddie foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I on the game like ballies
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, new york to cali
Where a tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new and drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him
that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In I'm worth ten figures
American, open the and let derek in
I break my silence, after ten of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can never be friends
You brought me tears you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's and corrupt
new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad bitches he fuck
While your girl look like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real this n b high
You niggas ain't got no balls and die
I'm a certified killer, with *stock in the
Burn on my hands from the glocks with the flame
is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my kane
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be
You with my money is like fuckin with my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down you kane
Any time realness, you ready this
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over fifteen dollars, snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no check
If you don't want me to teach the of disrespect
I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too niggas feel me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real masses
Of thugged out gun criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs
In 24 hrs be dead
be dead