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maxo kream – 1998 lyrics

[chorus]
wake up early, trapping late
serving n-ggas by the gates
shooting dice, i let em’ skate
six and eight, they running mates
getting money i’ma baghdad
these b-tches, they kuwait
gave my workers four pounds, told ’em bring me 98
matching fubu with the bape, that was back in ’98
20 dollars for the drank, that was back in ’98
starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in ’98
got a hundred round drum, hit your -ss with 98

[verse 1: maxo kream]
blowing o dogs like larenz tate
running your mouth like crest colgate
run in your house, if i want i’m a take
take everything but the sink and fishtank
my d-ck ain’t free, i’ma make a b-tch pay
shoot a n-gga up with the mac 90k
nintendo 64, we don’t play 2k
prank call phone, motorola two-ways
25 lighters, got a pocket full of stone
don’t call my phone if you not a yellow-bone
i’m an h-town n-gga, so i need extra dome
keep a deuce of the screw, double cup, styrofoam
drop a lot of molly ’cause i get it by the key
for the sherm heads, got the pcp
my boys goin’ pop, i ain’t talkin’ backstreet
my guns goin’ pop and the bullets in sync
stay comin’ down, always po’d up
blowing orange oj, oh say bronc-o
drop a four with a bar in a p. soda
jamming on a grey tape, got me screwed up
round ’98, i was seven 7 or 8
bad then a b-tch i was in the second grade
had a southside fade with four ways
running outside f-cking up my new j’s
right around the same time, i done sold my first bike
sitting on the porch chillin’ in the front yard
go hard or go home, everyday had to fight
woop a n-gga -ss for some pokemon cards
wwf x pac went hard
running round school telling my teacher to suck it
momma used to woop my -ss real hard
act a d-mn fool when i’m out in public

[verse 2: joey bada$$]
off a bad cop, and his rag top
f-ck a good cop, i’ve never met one
stay tipsy like j-kwon
make the hood hop, i drop napalms
stay calm i drop 8 bombs
but you feel that thump when that b-ss goin’
every past sales we face thump, get so high, n-gga face numb
my time money, never waste none
shine coming, don’t get sonned
the stakes is high, i got three supplies
grill motherf-cker till he well done
get deep fried, they sat louis
know my n-gga lex stay with the toolie
flip a n-gga ta-rantualas, turn rat n-ggas to ratatouille
crooklyn n-gga, know i had to do it
new york back, you know i had to prove it
money is my slang, n-gga, y’all n-ggas don’t speak it fluent
fact y’all n-ggas can’t speak at all
one more word i’ma f-cking lose it
got a king size bed, don’t sleep at all
so when your queen give it up, get the p-ssy bruised
uh, her mouth stays glued to my d-ck and b-lls
i bust her jaw, until it hit the door
but don’t trip n-gga, it’s still yours
soon as i get to score, that’s when you get the call
it’s like a chain reaction, you f-ck up, she back for more

[outro loop]

- maxo kream lyrics

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