A hundred, a hundred, a hundred mad niggers
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred mad niggers
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred mad niggers
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm So 90s and in the two Mac-11 I'm rocking 95 air maxes
Cuts and scratches, you need bandages, my click damage is the hell of competition
Beaf never unsettled one battle yellow phantom two-tone with the gun metal
Shoot first ask the question later tell haters step off like escalators
Fought to the death, Spartans kill the messenger
I'm at my breaking point, like Tom Berenger
Black ski mask, black gloves and no prints
If it don't make dollars, the show don't make sense
Patience and virtue, slow down baby
The L burns slow when you mix the coke with the perp
Stay on my job like a timberland worker
I keep the hammer like a mechanic
With the shoe and the Gucci belt just in case I get stranded
Don't get in a panic, let the fear take over
Love eating steaks at Crisco's, the list goes
On and on and on and don't stop
Stash box with a fib, go fuck the cops
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
Straight from suicidal Queens where I'm the king
And gas pop off automatic, eyes crooked
I'm watching everybody looking, 48 laws of power
You know I wrote the booklet, I'm straight Brooklyn
Little bit of Manhattan, Guam's uptown quiz, I gotta get smacking
Look we g, see we rumble mad teams
Second niggas up to bleed
This shit that you couldn't believe
You either swallow blood or you swallow pride: Believe me, niggas'll die
And those that fucks with my bucks just end
Up on crutches Niggas makes eggs, niggas touches
I hate to trash ya, but I'll blast ya They are smokin' hot
Don't make me stick it down your throat, motherfucker
Open up, I got no clocks with me, you know that there's a need
Go and cook the beef
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
I'm so 90s, I'm so 90s
