1999
insomnia
oh it's the end of the world
cafe uh I got PG
I got mr. show chop
and my name is mr. Kane
oh we gonna do this the west coast way
but peep game you first up the back
Somehow this nigga thought them 18-ish crumbs
Gonna make me not wanna go home and uh, post a baloney
But I stopped being stupid at 17
Started having reoccurring dreams of incredible cream
I checked the scenery, cuz all I wanna chat about is greenery
How to get wind of it, get that dead right end of it
Player, this is my game How many other niggas got claim?
And important if you feel it, my frame and where them sport, uh
I'm trying to make that switch to millionaire from ghetto rich
But I got these niggas who wanna see me fall up in my mix
Ain't nothing sacred, you break pumpers, you hate mongers
Apologize chillers when I'm stuck up under,
but I won't fold I hooks it up, grab holds and roll in an LX450 while you stroll
My game will make a baller feel broke indeed
And make him seize a plant and SHIP degrees
I get sometimes so fucked up
In 1999,
you'll never know where you'll end up.
Yeah! Huh? In 1999,
I drink a fifth and flame session.
Fingertip stain with resin off the door shaw,
niggas call shaw, haters beg your pardon.
Probably find me in the cut of ....
Hated cause he came up.
Ran through and sold the game up
and tossed all these so-called names up
with contacts
To lead you with black-eyed contracts
You niggas ain't ready for this combat deriving Cheating,
or even take it to the mobbing Reaping, swapping, thieving
Come just try,
but best to prepare when this young gun ride
Run that hide, won't round, we can go some
Come round, we can throw some
Still come heated by my lonesome, it's real there
Left you cowards, deal there
Nigga is ringing bullets and I'm still there
I get sometimes so fucked up
In 1999,
you'll never know where you'll end up.
Yeah! Huh? In 1999,
Who the hell claim you niggas
I dont really ....
big reppin, blood and crippin
what I'm still about my rockin socket
niggas stay in the house while ogz pick cotton
but im my own nigga cause ima crack the whip back
go do this till the dz fall off in a eagle hub cap
battle cat laced me with some dope tracks
now I got the whole entire industry on my nut sack
I went to ghetto jacket lane to push rhymes like way
cant live without my ....
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