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what I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got
I've got, what I've got, what I've got Maybe it's what I wamt, what I want, what I want Oh this music, this music Maybe it's all I got, all I got, all
in music, I specialize selling guns ... nine and music Towards that run from the days that come back to it ... bitch ... the next time I use it This
to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you
the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times, vesh crimes Nickel play the nine
coppin' keep the bottles poppin' This time around either your in or your out This time around you better watch your mouth This time around you gon' hang or bang This
music. It's all about the music... All about, all about the music... (Bone, Bone, Bone Thug...) Everyday, everday... It's all about the music, it's all
buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead end left wid borrowing and begging) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all this music
this oughtta solve this problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time 'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was Over this
This the year of the BlackSmith Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go Yeah, niggas don't listen Back in the days we all used to listen Now shit is so wack, nobody
are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze We been this ways since the younger days
Or not a shillin' This is love it or hate it music But, at least we made it music And we didn't make it industry This is gon' be interesting This'll be
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
a cellular phone far from home Giving crowds what they wantin' Offical hip hop consumption, the 5th dumpin' Keepin' ya party jumpin' with an original somethin' Yo, I dedicate this
like that Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified] large So check this out Shaq man We gon' let this
Reel to reel and we looped it Takes it around, we threw the sound Threw down, now scoop this Here we go, like back in the days The true heroes, MC's,
Any kind of way out of this hole can I Pull this darkness outta this soul Lotta people really wanna know how it's so Cause a lot of motherfuckers have been down this
