Song | The Mastas |
Artist | Freddie Foxxx |
Album | Industry Shakedown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foxxx | |
"i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
"i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
[billy danze] | |
Since it's a brand new year, i got a brand new attitude | |
And a brand new way to come at a dude (salute!) | |
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art | |
Of lettin the nines bark on the ave (nowwww) | |
If you don't know me then don't act like you do | |
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to | |
(criminal instincts!) i still got it | |
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, i'll still spot it | |
(glory and ??) foxxx, i'm a survivor | |
I raise hell with a .25, to show you i'm live | |
Cousin - i put my hand on the good book, and overlook | |
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat | |
(it's the "murder he wrote") i stick to the plan, | |
I'm close to my fam - and i'm a very emotional man | |
I told you that danze, was out of control | |
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta! | |
"people! people!" | |
"i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
"this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
[lil' fame] | |
C'mon! when the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes | |
On some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit | |
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait | |
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the ak-e | |
First i call yo' name, whisperin | |
Then i +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin | |
You can think shit's sweet cause i rap | |
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe | |
(bitch!) and i'm dope | |
Cause i master the shit, plaster the shit | |
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit | |
Lil' fame, b-k born, been doin this | |
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj swan | |
Nigga you choose, when i do 'em boom so bash and bruise | |
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did i lose 'em? | |
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids | |
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck i is? | |
The masta! | |
"people! people!" | |
"i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
"i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
[freddie foxxx] | |
That's right.. | |
My heart is colder than icicles in poland | |
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what i be holdin | |
Try to shit on me i won't hesitate, blow out your colon | |
Never registered a gun that i had, i like them hot and stolen | |
And i don't leave no spares like i was bowlin | |
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan - nolan | |
And i'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen | |
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin | |
Triple x raised, bumpy, i be john blaze | |
That venom shit that i've been spittin from, back in the days | |
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you want it? | |
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets | |
I'm such a real nigga i take it to +blaze+ | |
And tell 'em make it "51 greatest niggaz of all time" | |
Or i shoot up the page | |
I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age | |
Hand to hand i whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage | |
I never claim to be, somethin i'm not | |
I'm a thug, and i die with it, like it or not | |
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme | |
Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine? | |
[f] who keep the real shit bangin in ya? | |
[m] the masta! | |
[f] who take a block and start swangin with ya? | |
[m] the masta! | |
[f] who still mic ready, send it to ya? | |
[m] the masta! | |
[f] knuckle game tight, black and blue ya | |
[m] the masta! | |
"we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
"i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
"i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
"we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
"i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
"i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
"we need real niggaz to bring it back.. |
zuo qu : Foxxx | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
billy danze | |
Since it' s a brand new year, i got a brand new attitude | |
And a brand new way to come at a dude salute! | |
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art | |
Of lettin the nines bark on the ave nowwww | |
If you don' t know me then don' t act like you do | |
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to | |
criminal instincts! i still got it | |
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, i' ll still spot it | |
glory and ?? foxxx, i' m a survivor | |
I raise hell with a . 25, to show you i' m live | |
Cousin i put my hand on the good book, and overlook | |
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat | |
it' s the " murder he wrote" i stick to the plan, | |
I' m close to my fam and i' m a very emotional man | |
I told you that danze, was out of control | |
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? the masta! | |
" people! people!" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
lil' fame | |
C' mon! when the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes | |
On some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit | |
I' m the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait | |
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the ake | |
First i call yo' name, whisperin | |
Then i lift yo' ass and have a snubnose whistlin | |
You can think shit' s sweet cause i rap | |
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe | |
bitch! and i' m dope | |
Cause i master the shit, plaster the shit | |
A true hiphop nigga, the last of the shit | |
Lil' fame, bk born, been doin this | |
Since the days of bdk, and tj swan | |
Nigga you choose, when i do ' em boom so bash and bruise | |
And confuse ' em, wait a minute did i lose ' em? | |
I' ma put it down baby, fuck these kids | |
I will splash ' em and ask ' em who the fuck i is? | |
The masta! | |
" people! people!" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
freddie foxxx | |
That' s right.. | |
My heart is colder than icicles in poland | |
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what i be holdin | |
Try to shit on me i won' t hesitate, blow out your colon | |
Never registered a gun that i had, i like them hot and stolen | |
And i don' t leave no spares like i was bowlin | |
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan nolan | |
And i' ll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen | |
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin | |
Triple x raised, bumpy, i be john blaze | |
That venom shit that i' ve been spittin from, back in the days | |
Smashin mc' s, countin the ways, you want it? | |
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets | |
I' m such a real nigga i take it to blaze | |
And tell ' em make it " 51 greatest niggaz of all time" | |
Or i shoot up the page | |
I' m still the nicest nigga, fuck my age | |
Hand to hand i whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage | |
I never claim to be, somethin i' m not | |
I' m a thug, and i die with it, like it or not | |
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme | |
Now who baldhead rules in ninetynine? | |
f who keep the real shit bangin in ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f who take a block and start swangin with ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f who still mic ready, send it to ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f knuckle game tight, black and blue ya | |
m the masta! | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. |
zuò qǔ : Foxxx | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
billy danze | |
Since it' s a brand new year, i got a brand new attitude | |
And a brand new way to come at a dude salute! | |
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art | |
Of lettin the nines bark on the ave nowwww | |
If you don' t know me then don' t act like you do | |
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to | |
criminal instincts! i still got it | |
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, i' ll still spot it | |
glory and ?? foxxx, i' m a survivor | |
I raise hell with a . 25, to show you i' m live | |
Cousin i put my hand on the good book, and overlook | |
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat | |
it' s the " murder he wrote" i stick to the plan, | |
I' m close to my fam and i' m a very emotional man | |
I told you that danze, was out of control | |
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? the masta! | |
" people! people!" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
lil' fame | |
C' mon! when the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes | |
On some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit | |
I' m the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait | |
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the ake | |
First i call yo' name, whisperin | |
Then i lift yo' ass and have a snubnose whistlin | |
You can think shit' s sweet cause i rap | |
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe | |
bitch! and i' m dope | |
Cause i master the shit, plaster the shit | |
A true hiphop nigga, the last of the shit | |
Lil' fame, bk born, been doin this | |
Since the days of bdk, and tj swan | |
Nigga you choose, when i do ' em boom so bash and bruise | |
And confuse ' em, wait a minute did i lose ' em? | |
I' ma put it down baby, fuck these kids | |
I will splash ' em and ask ' em who the fuck i is? | |
The masta! | |
" people! people!" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
freddie foxxx | |
That' s right.. | |
My heart is colder than icicles in poland | |
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what i be holdin | |
Try to shit on me i won' t hesitate, blow out your colon | |
Never registered a gun that i had, i like them hot and stolen | |
And i don' t leave no spares like i was bowlin | |
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan nolan | |
And i' ll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen | |
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin | |
Triple x raised, bumpy, i be john blaze | |
That venom shit that i' ve been spittin from, back in the days | |
Smashin mc' s, countin the ways, you want it? | |
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets | |
I' m such a real nigga i take it to blaze | |
And tell ' em make it " 51 greatest niggaz of all time" | |
Or i shoot up the page | |
I' m still the nicest nigga, fuck my age | |
Hand to hand i whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage | |
I never claim to be, somethin i' m not | |
I' m a thug, and i die with it, like it or not | |
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme | |
Now who baldhead rules in ninetynine? | |
f who keep the real shit bangin in ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f who take a block and start swangin with ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f who still mic ready, send it to ya? | |
m the masta! | |
f knuckle game tight, black and blue ya | |
m the masta! | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. | |
So this is what it comes down to huh?" | |
" i am not now, what i was yesterday.. | |
And i am not now what i shall be tomorrow.." | |
" i mean, this shit is way out of control" | |
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me | |
By yesterday, when i have moved on.." | |
" we need real niggaz to bring it back.. |