Freestyle From The 90's lyrics
by Max B
It’s the general, God wit the ratchet
Teflon in the bullets, Kevlar on the jacket
Heimrich, Napoleon, Adolf Hitler killed Jews
Still Jews been aiding the system
I hated the system
Never tolerated the system
Spared his life 'cuz I dated his sister
I dated and dissed her
Hated to kiss her
Fell in love with the b*tch now, I hate to dismiss her
9 for the Louis, 8 for the picture
Give this n*gga 9 in his Coogi and 8 where he whisper
Shut the f*ck up when the bosses talk
Or be balled up in the corner in dots n chalk
Play the cut when we movin' thru
Run up in Hot 9, spit a thousand bars all promoting your funeral
You better than Max according to whom?
You ain’t 730 b*tch you'se a quarter to noon
One star, two star, three star, four, n*gga
Five star, 50 n*ggas in 5 cars
5 bottles, 50 n*ggas and 5 broads
Bruce Willis, John McClane, n*gga we die hard
n*gga we did this
n*gga we live this
The holy Trinity motherf*cker we is this
We done did crime
We done did time
Came home and got rich, now we live fine