in the air A minute past midnight a minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun I thought
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you a declaration I make to myself this time A minute past midnight the countdown is over now another year has passed us by a new year has just begun
charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rolling a
your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u
was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governers and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack
a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper
start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin
by the pound for the tough individual runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep
liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death
a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin' A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin' loose for nothin' Money earnin' rapper
stacking for Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping Life's a battle, headed for the new
, we're goin' freaky We gonna funk it, track for track Dangerous Crew style Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time Ya ready? All you brand new rappers got a new
' these switches I'm wicked for digits forgive me God for the truth but I fiends for Cheddar like a smoker with a sweet tooth Got game from Legit & 40 C Mac & Short
about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set
your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short I've been writin' songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport One year has gone
back I ain't playing creep your avenue in all black Bust shots like a New Year day blast And I ride all day like a bus pass Grinding hard for the bread