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"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.."

[billy
Since a brand 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 know me then act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you 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 raise with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my on the good book, and overlook
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin
(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 that danze, was out of
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? - the masta!

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I 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! the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the
I call yo' name, whisperin
Then I +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose
You can shit's sweet cause I rap
I still split a nigga like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
Cause I master the shit, plaster the
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the
Lil' fame, b-k born, been doin
Since the of b-d-k, and tj swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a 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 moved on.."

foxxx]
right..
My heart is colder than in poland
Niggaz hate to see bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I like hot and stolen
And I leave no spares like I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket ryan - nolan
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be blaze
That venom shit that I've 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 nigga I take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 greatest of all time"
Or I shoot up the
I'm still the nicest nigga, my age
Hand to hand I yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I never 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 baldhead rules in

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

"we need real niggaz to 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 have on.."
"we need niggaz to bring it back..
So this is what it 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, I have moved on.."
"we need niggaz to bring it back..