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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.."

danze]
Since a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a new way to come at a dude (salute!)
You remember the staff, 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 me, you bet' 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 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 you that danze, was out of control
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? - 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.."

fame]
C'mon! when the time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that 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 +lift+ yo' ass and a snub-nose whistlin
You can think shit's cause I rap
I still split a head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
Cause I master the shit, the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the 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 did I lose '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 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.."

foxxx]
right..
My heart is colder than icicles in
hate to see when bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your
Never registered a gun that I had, I like hot and stolen
And I don't no spares like I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like - nolan
And run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be blaze
That venom shit 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 such a real nigga I it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 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, live on
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 baldhead in ninety-nine?

[f] who keep the 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] knuckle game tight, 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 moved on.."
"we need 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, shit 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..