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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 brand new way to come at a (salute!)
You the staff, that mastered the fine art
Of lettin the nines on the ave (nowwww)
If you know me then don't act like you do
And if you to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to
(criminal instincts!) I got it
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, 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 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 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, I have moved on.."

fame]
C'mon! the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you to hate, the thug that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes the ak-e
First I call yo' name,
I +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think shit's sweet I rap
I still split a nigga head like a
(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 will '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 have on.."

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

[f] who keep the real bangin in ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who a block and start swangin with 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 what it down to huh? "
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"i mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I moved on.."
"we need real niggaz to 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, shit 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..