"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
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and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
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"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
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".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
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by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
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[Billy Danze]
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Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
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and a brand new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!)
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You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art
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of lettin the nines bark on the ave (NOWWWW)
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If you don't know me then don't act like you do
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And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to
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(Criminal instincts!) I still got it
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If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
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(Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a survivor
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I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
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Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlook
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the deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat
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(It's the "Murder He Wrote") I stick to the plan,
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I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man
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I told you that Danze, was out of control
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?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!
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"People! People!"
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"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
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and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
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"This shit is way out of control"
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".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
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by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
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[Lil' Fame]
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C'mon! When the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
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on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit
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I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait
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fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the AK-e
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First I call yo' name, whisperin
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Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
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You can think shit's sweet cause I rap
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I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe
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(BITCH!) and I'm dope
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cause I master the shit, plaster the shit
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A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
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Lil' Fame, B-K born, been doin this
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since the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan
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Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
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and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
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I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
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I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck I is?
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The masta!
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"People! People!"
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"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
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and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
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"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
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".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
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by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
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[Freddie Foxxx]
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That's right..
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My heart is colder than icicles in Poland
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Niggaz hate to see when Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
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Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your colon
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Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen
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And I don't leave no spares like I was bowlin
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Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like Ryan - Nolan
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And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
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Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
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Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John Blaze
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That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days
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Smashin MC's, countin the ways, you want it?
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Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets
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I'm such a real nigga I take it to +Blaze+
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and tell 'em make it "51 Greatest Niggaz of All Time"
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or I shoot up the page
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I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age
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Hand to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
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I never claim to be, somethin I'm not
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I'm a thug, and I die with it, like it or not
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All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme
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Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine?
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[F] Who keep the real shit bangin in ya?
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[M] The masta!
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[F] Who take a block and start swangin with ya?
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[M] The masta!
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[F] Who still mic ready, send it to ya?
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[M] The masta!
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[F] Knuckle game tight, black and blue ya
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[M] The masta!
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"We need real niggaz to bring it back..
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so this is what it comes down to huh?"
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"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
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and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
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"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
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".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
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by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
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"We need real |