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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 the staff, that mastered the fine art
Of lettin the nines on the ave (nowwww)
If you don't know me then don't act 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 hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and
The deepest crew, and split a 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 I shall 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! the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that
I'm the nigga you to hate, the thug that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes the ak-e
First I yo' name, whisperin
Then I 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
Cause I master the shit, plaster the
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the
fame, b-k born, been doin this
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj
Nigga you choose, I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I '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 I shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, I have moved on.."

foxxx]
right..
My heart is colder than icicles in
Niggaz hate to see bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, out your colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I them hot and stolen
And I don't leave no spares I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, in the pocket 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 blaze
That shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you it?
Blowin rappers up in like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real nigga I it to +blaze+
And tell 'em it "51 greatest niggaz of all time"
Or I up the page
I'm the nicest nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand I yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I never claim to be, I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die it, like it or not
All the real wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who rules in ninety-nine?

[f] who keep the real shit 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 this is what it comes 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..
So this is what it comes down to "
"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.."
"we need niggaz to bring it back..