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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 it's a brand new year, I got a brand new
And a new way to come at a dude (salute!)
You remember the staff, that the fine art
Of lettin the nines 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 thick 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
- 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 what I be tomorrow.."
"this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I moved on.."

[lil'
C'mon! when the last time you seen a nigga blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the
First I yo' name, whisperin
Then I yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can shit's sweet cause I rap
I still split a nigga head 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
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em so bash 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 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.."

foxxx]
right..
My heart is colder icicles in poland
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out colon
Never 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 like ryan - nolan
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be john
That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you it?
rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm a real nigga I take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 greatest 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 claim to be, I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die with it, it or not
All the real wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead in ninety-nine?

[f] who the real shit 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] game 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 I shall 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 real 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 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.."
"we need real to bring it back..