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98s - 98 degrees lyrics

[intro]
(ay, c, tell ’em baby)
(x10)
(r14)
ninety eights
gang sh+t
go check the f+ckin’ news

[verse 1: stally]
still tryna score like kobe (swish)
wet man with my pokey (ching)
still tryna dice suttin’ up
when we’re in that dings and we’re glidin’ through stokey
or fields, or square
we don’t care (we don’t care)
see feds, gang disappear
i ain’t tryna get locked with the driver tear (skkrt)
beef ting’s gettin’ intense (what?)
we raisin’ the crime rate
discharge sh+lls, you know that i’m irate
lеt off the baby i held it sideways (bow, bow)
boof got choppеd tryna get some food
man run at their barbies too (ching, ching)
i bussed that gbh, should’ve seen mum’s face when i said times two
man run at the redfish yutes (d+ckheads)
got shot in his snitch, free ++, sure knows how to shoot
man got down two, they were so confused
i’ve ran too much man out their shoes (too much)
how many times i seen molly?
i buss that window, the boy just blew
got chopped, he nearly got+got
his brother nearly lost a plot (should’ve dead)
man’s lettin’ off shots, ain’t hittin’ no doors
man really wanna beef or what?
my youngers are savage and pan man’s top
that big man shoulda got dropped (ching)
one time it really got peak
i gripped my machete, swung it like a mop
[verse 2: unknown t]
(whoosh, listen)
ampr, my clique is tekky
four fizz in the crash put t++th in the mash
kb off the ugly betty (bow, bow)
whoosh, whacker, sawn+off’s ready
the dots come black like yeti
sh+lls for the opp boys over the berry
broad way bruck it
and if they ain’t l!ck for the waps we abuse them cheffies
true say the turner dodged me a muder
38 minus 1 like burner
do that purposely on my verse
and rise with the tek and kindly burst it
grip them purgers
he got cheffed in the nerf cah the boy too nervous
they wan’ do verses, bare man bruckin’ to me, lil’ boy it’s curtains
yes, us man talk ’bout drills
i can show you where the pressurin’ from
comes from us, boy don’t bluff, 98s bop, we smoke no bungs
we don’t do no dabs, we splash that bare gotta ching like chong
uuh, applyin’ the beef from long with my bro if he’s right or wrong

[verse 3: da and hitman]
right or wrong, for my bro it don’t matter
the hammer can scatter on opps
bro copped brand+new t++th for the dots
we can take it there, make it bang like doors
12 gauge in the cage just waitin’ to bark, can tape sh+t off
sight opps, pop doors and rise this mop
better tape this block if they don’t make off (boom, bow)
gotta warm up the tyres, get us movin’
once we’re rollin’, no excuses (skkrt, skkrt)
air out your lungs but you’re loosin’
i put my foot through how many faces?
like a racist, black yutes choosin’
i make all of you children students
kids intrudin’, don’t be surprised if we put two slugs in the yard, got human
yo, no chat, no banter (none)
set pressure on opps
we tape up that block, you know it don’t matter
still slide out no hammer
the ride fit 5 but you know it get ramp up
pop them doors, watch ko stagger
see bro, he a well+known stabber
and the t++th on the blade is a mazza
mazza, it’s a massacre
i ain’t got time for a amateur (none)
gotta hit man in their passenger’s, firearm manager
i rev it up, with d on the back
controllin’ the dots, he manage it
pull up on dem and they panickin’
we ain’t talkin’, we slappin it
[verse 4: v9]
(ay, come ‘ere)
got down +++, should’ve firmed this ching (splash)
and bro grabbed him and kicked him (i did)
how many man turn victim?
got chings to complete this mission (firm that)
f+ckin’ victim
i’m a stalkin’ villain
don’t call on my phone askin’ me “who did it?”
i’m smokin’ on carna, sippin’ on nippon (nippy)
i’m feelin’ dizzy
must be dd, or cheddar, or error (huh?)
it’s whatever
i smoke latts, chase stabbz
saw mogz, made him crash (skkrt)
man know me, i’m bad
i try ching rabba but the p+ssio dashed

[verse 5: mazza]
(mazza)
i’m back, anything i can’t handle?
do it in all or manor
dem man love chat like panels
jump out rides, we scratch up panels (d+ckheads)
tryna beef from a height, what you know about angles?
two in the dots, leave man mangled
spill juice, ‘course i had to
seems a mess, party cancelled (bow)
bodge in the sleigh come fat like yelnuts
no stan in the hands when i brake it (no)
i’m in the park at the t house flamin’
young g’s rollers cah they love blazin’
opps dem sh+t, it’s blatant
they askin’ me sh+t, i ain’t engagin’ (no)
don’t let it rip then it’s backyard brakin’
rudeboi why you write them statements? (bow, bow)

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