C l o o n e y - No. 99 | Текст песни

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[Hook]
What's my name? What's my name?
Badmon
What's my name? What's my name?
Badmon
What's my name? What's my name?
Badmon
What's my name? What's my name?
Badmon
What's my motherfucking name?

[Verse 1]
Ready to bust my gun
I'm rushin' in like Vladimir Putin
What you want son?
Fuck a roulette, let’s get shootin’
The 47 Goonz recruitin’, join or die
We coming for groups of guys in suits and ties
Who chose to hide truth from the eye
Grab a white collar by his white evil eye
Fight or flight yo, that’s just what it is
When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs
But don’t trip
I’m just another black kid, caught up in the mix
Trying to make a dollar out of 47 cents
Yo this shit is intense
A dumb cop stoppin’ me, probably
Because he’s still living in the past tense
How shit was back then
They wanna see the downfall of all black men
An African, I was sent to put action in
But what's snow
When the po keep flashing in
News flash niggas
Get a news flash

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
These niggas ain't ready for the war
Know what I'm 'bout, cut the cheddar, close your drawer
Please put your bread up
We ain't gonna settle for no iceberg lettuce
Let us eat when there's war
Or end up like venison meat in the street
You're not ready for beef
[?], niggas order this [?]
When it turns over [?], we be curvin' the block
Yo cut this shit
Man I'm the best in the sector
Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya
Inject ya with my lethal weapon
Plant a mine in the deepest section, guess who's least expected
Mothafucka please respect it
The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with
They felt it, the shift, records can't be reckoned with
On tracks wreckin' shit, ask me why I'm reckless
Break a wrist, approach my demo with [?]
Brought my demo listens, I'm a demolition specialist
I got the blueprint to this shit, Jay to the Oh Vee
[?]
Niggas know they can't ever little bro me
No matter how big they blow, they still a little below
It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow
Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The badmon young kingpin
I move dope with that ink pen
Been up all night, my third eye ain't even blink yet
Fuck what you thinkin'
Number 99, never trust no swine
Lick a shot one time
Engine, engine, Number 99

On the New York City [?]

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