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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 have on.."

danze]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a new attitude
And a brand new way to come at a (salute!)
You remember the staff, that the fine art
Of the nines bark on the ave (nowwww)
If you don't know me then 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 thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll spot it
(glory and ? ? ) foxxx, I'm a
I raise hell 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 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 have on.."

[lil'
C'mon! the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, that shit
I'm the nigga you to hate, the thug that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the with the ak-e
I call yo' name, whisperin
Then I +lift+ yo' ass and have a whistlin
You can think shit's cause I rap
I split a nigga head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
Cause I master the shit, the shit
A hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
Lil' fame, b-k born, been this
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, 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 have on.."

[freddie
right..
My heart is colder than icicles in
Niggaz hate to see when get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your
registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen
And I don't 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
up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be john
That venom that I've been spittin from, back in the days
mc's, countin the ways, you want it?
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap
I'm a real nigga I take it to +blaze+
And 'em make it "51 greatest 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 never to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die with it, it or not
All the niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead rules in

[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 mic ready, send it to ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] game tight, black and blue ya
[m] the masta!

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