Freddie Foxxx - The Mastas Lyrics
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 meBy yesterday, when I have moved on..[billy danze]Since its a brand new year, I got a brand new attitudeAnd a brand new way to come at a dude (salute!)You remember the staff, that mastered the fine artOf lettin the nines bark on the ave (nowwww)If you dont know me then dont act like you doAnd if you plan to blow me, you bet not act like you want to(criminal instincts!) I still got itIf a thick ***** try to throw a pick, Ill still spot it(glory and ? ? ) foxxx, Im a survivorI raise hell with a .25, to show you Im liveCousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlookThe deepest crew, and split a mother*****in throat(its the murder he wrote) I stick to the plan,Im close to my fam - and Im a very emotional manI 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 meBy yesterday, when I have moved on..[lil fame]Cmon! when the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymesOn some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, ***** that shitIm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that waitFo yo ass in the bushes with the ak-eFirst I call yo name, whisperinThen I +lift+ yo ass and have a snub-nose whistlinYou can think shits sweet cause I rapI still split a nigga head like a canteloupe(*****!) and Im dopeCause I master the shit, plaster the shitA true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shitLil fame, b-k born, been doin thisSince the days of b-d-k, and tj swanNigga you choose, when I do em boom so bash and bruiseAnd confuse em, wait a minute did I lose em?Ima put it down baby, ***** these kidsI will splash em and ask em who the ***** 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 meBy yesterday, when I have moved on..[freddie foxxx]Thats right..My heart is colder than icicles in polandNiggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what I be holdinTry to shit on me I wont hesitate, blow out your colonNever registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolenAnd I dont leave no spares like I was bowlinStrike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan - nolanAnd Ill run you down, stomp yo ass, and leave you swollenPick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollinTriple x raised, bumpy, I be john blazeThat venom shit that Ive been spittin from, back in the daysSmashin mcs, countin the ways, you want it?Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquetsIm such a real nigga I take it to +blaze+And tell em make it 51 greatest niggaz of all timeOr I shoot up the pageIm still the nicest nigga, ***** my ageHand to hand I whup yo mother*****in ass, live on stageI never claim to be, somethin Im notIm a thug, and I die with it, like it or notAll the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhymeNow 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 meBy 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 meBy yesterday, when I have moved on..We need real niggaz to bring it back..
