Ninety Nine (Flesh the Message) (LP radio edit) Lyrics & Tabs by John Forté
Ninety Nine (Flesh the Message) (LP radio edit)
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Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it's on
Till one by one, we were gone.
Subway sparks after dark.
Flash the message: something's out there.
Yo John, that was the eighties man.
This is Ninety-nine.
It's crazy out there.
Flash the message: something's out there.
John Forte`, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Hey yo, John Forte`.
Yo... yo...
Hustle big, hustle small.
All y'all relate to it.
Yo... yo...
Hustle big, hustle small.
All y'all relate to it.
I'm a a culture power, baby, when I run right through it.
What the biz, money? You know John and what it is.
But then again too many yes-men...
(Wyclef: "Yo John, they missed it.")
Hustle big, hustle small.
All y'all relate to it.
I'm a a culture power, baby, when I slide right through it.
What the biz, money? You know John and what it is.
Then again too many yes-men inside the business.
We stay grungy.
Risk take on streets like a bungee.
Hoes get nothing from me.
I'm-a die feeling hungry.
Rappers too complacent.
I make hits in the basement.
Got all the men on top wondering where they placement.
If it's real, then it's real,
And it ain't no replacement.
Them jealous cats who talk need to all walk adjacent.
I trifold y'all all into a image my mold.
So I can teach you how to walk, eat, drink, and buy gold.
My shit is iz-ill.
Wear three condoms out in Brazil.
Brothers from the 'ville no fault at the iz-ill.
Wanna have a duke? Get real! How you fiz-eel?
You couldn't stick me if you brought the chisel.
What the diz-eal?
Eat four stars at every miz-eal.
You kiz-ill the vibe.
You just high from the twiz-ill.
And sti-zill I flow riz-ill, leave you fiz-ill,
And leave y'all all stuck like Jack from without the Jiz-ill
What?
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
(Make the money)
The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it's on.
Till one by one, we were gone.
(I'm gone)
Subway sparks after dark.
Flash the message: something's out there
(Suicide. It's a suicide. Parappa!)
Flash the message: something's out there.
I shoot the gift cop.
Find John at the strip spot
Juggling three who all know to keep their lips locked.
I don't get got.
I told y'all before: it's hot.
Fuck the floss.
I'm the boss when I rock flip-flops.
Culture hip-hop.
Before I take your head you should skip bop.
Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shits cocked.
What?
Hey y'all pose hard, but they rip up.
I leave them enemies with their lips shut.
Did what?
Yo money ease up how you cease us.
You better off reefin' lighting trees up,
Smoking with your mens fantasizing something swiftly.
But little did you know I had the whole country with me
Little do you know
I got the whole country with me.
Little do you know, huh?
Refugee Camp All-stars,
Dirty Cash, C.O., Wyclef Jean,
Nutzbaby, Nutzbaby.
John Forte`, where you at baby?
Come on
