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"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."

danze]
Since it's a new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a new way to come at a dude (salute!)
You remember the staff, mastered the fine art
Of lettin the bark on the ave (nowwww)
If you don't me then don't act like you do
And if you plan to me, you bet' not act like you want to
(criminal instincts!) I got it
If a bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(glory and ? ? ) foxxx, I'm a
I hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my on the good book, and overlook
The crew, and split a motherfuckin throat
(it's the "murder he wrote") I to the plan,
I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very man
I told you danze, was out of control
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? - the masta!

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."

[lil'
C'mon! when the time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you to hate, the thug that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the with the ak-e
First I call yo' name,
Then I +lift+ yo' ass and have a whistlin
You can think shit's cause I rap
I still split a head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
I master the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the of the shit
Lil' fame, b-k born, doin this
the days of b-d-k, and tj swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em so bash and bruise
And 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these
I splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck I is?
The masta!

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."

[freddie
right..
My heart is colder icicles in poland
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what I be
Try to on me I won't hesitate, blow out your colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and
And I don't leave no spares I was bowlin
Strike a chest, right in the pocket like ryan - nolan
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and you swollen
up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be john
That shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you it?
Blowin up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real I take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 niggaz of all time"
Or I shoot up the
I'm the nicest nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, on stage
I claim to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die with it, it or not
All the real niggaz wild with me, my rhyme
Now who rules in ninety-nine?

[f] who keep the real bangin in ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who take a block and start swangin ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who mic ready, send it to ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] knuckle tight, black and blue ya
[m] the masta!

"we need real niggaz to it back..
So this is what it down to huh? "
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."
"we need real niggaz to it back..
So this is what it comes down to "
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."

"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."
"we need real to bring it back..