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"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.."

[billy
Since it's a new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a brand new way to come at a (salute!)
You remember the staff, that mastered the art
Of the nines bark on the ave (nowwww)
If you know me then don't act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act you want to
(criminal instincts!) I got it
If a thick try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(glory and ? ? ) foxxx, I'm a
I raise hell a .25, to show you I'm live
- I put my hand on the good book, and overlook
The deepest crew, and a motherfuckin throat
(it's the "murder he wrote") I to the plan,
I'm to my fam - and I'm a very emotional 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 moved on.."

fame]
C'mon! when the time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the with the ak-e
First I yo' name, whisperin
Then I +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose
You can think sweet cause I rap
I still split a nigga like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
Cause I master the shit, the shit
A true nigga, the last 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 boom so and bruise
And confuse 'em, a minute did I lose 'em?
put it down baby, fuck these kids
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 I shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I moved on.."

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

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

"we need real to bring it back..
So this is it comes down to huh? "
"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 moved on.."
"we need niggaz to bring it back..
So is what it comes down to huh? "
"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 moved on.."
"we need niggaz to bring it back..