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It is no 1999...
And I live in a world of one minds...
the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates mcs cannot rhyme...
For ten years I to make my move...
Now see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll probably be the shit you ever heard...
I been watching, afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
Redemption is my scar...
And so my bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be tomorrow...
So when die, I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you to cross...
'cause if door gets knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six foot nigga from new york
the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the
While you in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man a bitch must really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum with the cuban link
and the matching necklace
And I'm too v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think they bigger the game
I got for you *willy*, let's take it back to philly
So you can find your roots, fuck on your loot
Nigga you that hard
And a can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who
I feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the
I slip on the game like
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to
a nigga tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new and drove him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he
In I'm worth ten figures
American, the door and let derek in
I break my silence, after ten of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I up and get you in the benz again
We can be friends again
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long
Now back and corrupt
Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new
You should see the bad that he fuck
While your girl look skinny like a out daffy duck
are real this ain't n b high
You niggas got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the game*
Burn marks on my from the glocks with the flame
is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my nigga
Alotta label be dead
You with my money is like fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any time realness, you feel this
I forget nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll your fuckin neck
And pay me in no fuckin check
If you don't want me to the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be in my yard
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too many niggas me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real masses
Of thugged out gun slinging asses
That up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you like you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs be dead
You'll be