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

Who's that six foot bald nigga from new
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta
to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga
Trainin the bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in the know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy bein soft chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban
and the matching necklace
And I'm too v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, let's take it to philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your
Nigga you ain't hard
And a can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who
I feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you he's hard to find
I rip in dark posin
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I slip on the game ballies
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, new york to cali
Where a nigga to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new denali and him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, to play me like he bigger
In japan I'm worth ten
American, open the door and let in
I break my silence, after ten years of my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can never be again
You me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and
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 ain't got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, *stock in the game*
Burn marks on my hands 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 fuckin with my money is fuckin with my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I don't forget nothing, at all
So mr. steve rifkind, my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, snap your fuckin neck
And pay me in no fuckin check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal
That shoot up your party and chill at
'cause know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs be dead
be dead