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featuring Butter & Jeni Fujita
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[Jeni Fujita]
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Flash The Message...
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[Forte' Verse 1]
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Yo...You make me wanna vomit
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Yo pay homage and dos e doe my sonnets
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I school y'all niggas slow on socios and economics
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You mostly know about the dough from airplay
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You only know about the heaters from the shit that we spray
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Import from Vietnam cats like my man Phillipe'
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(?) Bustin' crimes back(?) I label it permanent sleep stay(?)
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Y'all cronies souped up
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My men ain't near dumb, we grew up
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You want your hair done? Hey, FUCK around and get your crew cut
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I organize the mental
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And live my life as the next essential
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Speak on this wild shit, as If I could begin to
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Who fall quick? Too many niggas fightin' over small shit
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You'll find me flippin' stocks, on boats that never dock
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I travel blocks, pick the best man
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Bust shots at the yes man, 'cause it was destined
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for me to flip investments
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Bag a lie, in the basement of the Best Western
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And if you don't want the consequence, then don't ask the question!
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[(Butter - Singing) Jeni Fujita in parentheses] - Chorus
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In Ninety Nine
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Some blow nines
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and some stayed indoors! (Flash The Message, something's out there!)
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Ninety Nine, is the time
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When the deaf, dumb and blind
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All catch war! (Flash The Message, something's out there!)
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[Forte' - Verse 2]
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It's like...
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Me and my crew
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And a little tour show
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Learned to flip the dough
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With the money we've got
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In Ninety Nine, more war, more crime
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Some'll stay behind doors, and some blow nines
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Your conception is annoying
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Leave the things we was born in
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The street nights, and hope we see the following morning
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Niggas sold soul, for gold ropes
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Do crimes, for new shines
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Poor beer out on the spot, where police drew lines
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Hey yo word, we thirty plus
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Wear guns thats dirty (?) bust (?)
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Ask your men pa, you should've been more (What?)...courteous
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Like my rain drop
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And all my li'l niggas rockin' tank tops
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And sell arms, like government bonds, in Bangkok
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Bank stops on lavish trips
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Soils I marry with, a dime piece!
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A (?)rester oil(?) who speaks in Arabic
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If the karat fit, wear it
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Every man I know hold
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Moreso, y'all niggas happy when you barely go gold!
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[Chorus 1x]
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[Forte' - Verse 3]
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This time it's personal...
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You like the artistry
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Rappers just reuse their first cut
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They say the same shit forever,
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and the use the word, so
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They ain't competing, they knew they was beatin', from the jump
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You get FUCKED! Grammatically speaking...
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You funny man
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Catch me on tour, A town near you
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With 20 Grand (Pikasoe), man it's etiquette
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Snatch your mouth off, for rhetoric
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I hold the greets from the street
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Yet subtle for lockin' shit
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Majored in Poly Sci, with a double doctorate!
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[Chorus 2x]
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Flash The Message
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| John Forte |
