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were the stories thatwere told Said he wanted to be a football star Most could probably see him making it that far By age 10 he was studying at the best
biedy Odpowiadać na kalumnie by Kurwą podbijać kredyt Jestem taki sam jak wtedy 98 na klatówie Wciąż idę z czystym sumieniem choć Wdepnąłem w trochę
of town, on the bus I made rounds I was involved in graffiti heavily My people were Self, Tau and Freck RIP At night I heard beats next door by QD III
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood And roll dice by the elevator, and post up And wait there,
cuz hatin is so lame But every now and then you Gotta state the facts Like 98% of these dudes is straight wack They got me up in center space And im
'95 Har eg glemt '96 va EM Vil du være med te vår by Ruller rundt en tur i en Bil du burde kjenne igjen vår stil '97 Va et smil '98 va et unntak '99
at night, my fingers stiffin' in tha cold man I lost my old man '97 was a cold year, '98 was a slow year (Talk to 'em nigga) '99 was a grind you ain't seen
kłopotów Pętla sama się zaciska Chcę, by psy mnie znały z ksywy Nie z nazwiska Styl warszawskich ulic - Szlagier DI I L Gang, Zet I Pe, JWP, HG Razem
(Vapors) But this is the 98 version of that Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it Now the name
in the winter having cookouts Smack by witch, look out I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs Like you
of '98 Man, I just arrived Brung a lot of smiles What a joyous time 22 years gone by, and I'm tryna thrive 6 / 25, 2 years later Celebrating my second
siedemnaście Zajebałem drogocenny transport Kiedy wsiadam do pociągu lub tramwaju Nie pozwalam by kto za mną stanął Nie o nie o nie o nie Nie ma bata nie ma
drive by On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies N***** think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
imma save my cash See the bartender I want me a glass but imma 98 baby so the shit won't pass, Feeling like I'm chilling at a propane plant by the way
å bygge et navn Du tror det bare e tall, men det e ekte som faen Det går 9800 VADSØ e ikke en stor by, men Vadsø e det beste For det meste kan vi leve
I feel like I'm all alone Don't got no one by my side Don't feel you there no more I'm losing touch I can't feel I see you but nothing's real
an acronym Flow so trill I should patent it Never serve bubble rap when I package it Blows by the truckload when the track is sent In other words, you all
the air and that blunt really fat Walk by a nigga I grab on that ass Go hit these plays then I go hit the dash And you call me daddy But I’m not your dad
a cool drink Seeing Killa Cam rockin' all the new mink Years fly by, miss em you would soon think Take me back to Toon Link Back in '98 baths in
and thank you Wes I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side Through the mud, through the egg,
with that girl again on Park & Franklin Go to East Lake start speaking spanglish Now I rap on 1st and 7th Mainroom status Lived here in '98 for 10 months
Mmm, Ayy Yeah, Ayy I go by Lena New to the game nice to meet you I'm in a new season I like my chicken with seasoning I'm Black and Filipina I
Streets Raised Me, Streets Made Me No fasad, no flaw Dat legendary War Ready shit,ready for war Ol 98 Slim type, Give It 2'em Raw N I'm doing just
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