never on What's there to care about? People know my whereabouts Anywhere I want, private jet in and out Whip brand new, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99
ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots a little bit harder [Chorus x2] 1980 year that God made me 89 i started to get by 99
degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from
ashamed Just speak your mind, tell me what you like Don't hold back now, time to play Dripped through the hallways 'cause we started in the shower (Not 99
in between 10 and 20 And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I'm 22 for a moment And she feels better than ever And we're on fire Making
City High, City High, '99, '99 If you my dog, let me hear you bark It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart Split you apart, you should
neighbors looked out the window They would surely get leery and scream like, "Bahando" Police they would hold my fate But they didn't so I creped up the fire
-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats I toss fire
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin? with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D R E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back?) Still, still doing that shit, Andre
this Apocalypse got control of your hips A, it's beautimous, hella rap metamorphosis MC corpsesis around me They found me jacuzzin' with my sorceresses Fire
them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like 99 bananas That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all
your prescription, I'll supply you with your medicine Hoes I'm from the south, were you die young Them hoes is gonna be hiding from ya When you fire-
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz
me that that's what I get called Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a beat So fuck all you assholes, past present and future Hope a young thug fires at me
Written by Kevin Bacon "Written from the perspective of a young man attending Woodstock '99." KB Me and Joey came a long way, to hear that singer
break the mold? Even at the center of fire there is cold All that glitters ain't gold, no, no All that glitters ain't gold, no, no There's a lady, 99
I can't miss, Stand ova him like a pianist wit no bench, I hol' da key like Mariah when I fire, No lip all 4 fif, Throw clip cuthroat ni99as I know them
somewhere I'm only lying in the silence The hours elapse on Every memories are taken away by the dimness My soul's dancing in a red-hot fire I'm flying
