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"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.."

[Billy
Since it's a new year, I got a brand new attitude
and a new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!)
You the staff, that mastered the fine art
of lettin the bark on the ave (NOWWWW)
If you don't know me then don't act you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you 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 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 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 have on.."

Fame]
C'mon! When the last time you seen a that blast rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug wait
fo' yo' ass in the bushes the AK-e
I call yo' name, whisperin
Then I yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think sweet 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
Fame, B-K born, been 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, wait a minute did I lose
I'ma put it baby, fuck these kids
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 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.."

[Freddie
right..
My heart is colder than in Poland
Niggaz hate to see when Bumpy get mad, I be holdin
Try to on me I won't hesitate, blow out your 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 like Ryan - Nolan
And run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your and keep it rollin
Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John
That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the
Smashin MC's, the ways, you want it?
Blowin up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real I take it to +Blaze+
and tell 'em make it "51 Niggaz of All Time"
or I up the page
I'm still the nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand I whup yo' ass, live on stage
I claim to be, somethin 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 baldhead rules in

[F] Who keep the real bangin in ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who take a block and start with ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who mic ready, send it to ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Knuckle tight, black and blue ya
[M] The masta!

"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 moved on.."
"We real niggaz to bring 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, I have moved on.."
"We need real niggaz to it back..