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Ninety Nine chords by Forté

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Verse 1
(A minor)
You make me want to vomit
You'll pay homage and do
-si -do my sonnets
I'll school y niggas slow
on socio's and economics
You mostly know about
the dough from airplanes
You only know about the heaters
from the shit that we spray
And import from Vietnam
cats like my man
Felipe Bustin' Crohn's back,
all day with permanent sleep state
Y crony souped up,
my men ain't near dumb
We grew up, you want your hair done?
Hey fuck around and get
your crew cut,
I organize the mental
And live my life as an existential
Speak on this wild shit,
as if I could begin to
Move forward quick,
too many niggas fightin' over small shit
You'll find me flippin' stocks
on boats that never dock
I travel blocks, pick the best man,
bust shots at the yes man
Cause it was destined for
me to flip investments
Bag and lie in the basement
of the best West End
And if you don't want the consequence,
then don't ask the question
In 99, some blow nines,
and some stay indoors
Flash the message, something's out there.
99 is the time
when the deaf,
dumb and blind all catch cool.
Flash the (D minor) message, (A minor) something's out
It's like me and my crew
in a little tour show,
learn to flip the dough with
the money we got.
(F major) In 99, (A minor) more war, more crime.
Some will stay behind doors
and some blow nines.
Your perception is annoying,
these (F major) the things we was (A minor) born in.
The street nights and hope we see
the following morning
Niggas so soap for gold robes,
do crimes for new shines
Pour beer out on the spot
where police drew lines
In your words, we 30 plus,
with guns that's 30 bucks
Ask your men, pa,
you should've been more, what,
courteous
Like my rain drop and pour my lil'
niggas rockin' tank tops
And sell arms like government
bonds in Bangkok
Bank stops on lavish trips,
soils I marry with a dime piece
Arrest the oil, who speak in Arabic?
Empty carrot, fit, wear it,
every man I know Ho Mo
So, y 'all niggas happy
when you barely go gold
9 to 9, some blow nines,
and some stay indoors
Flash the (D minor) mes sage,
something's (A minor) out there
9 to 9 is the time when the deaf,
and blind all catch cold
Flash (D minor) the message,
(A minor) something's out there
You lack the artistry,
rappers just reused they first cut
They say the same shit forever,
and they use the word suck
They ain't competing,
they knew they was beating
From the jump, you get fucked,
thematically speaking
You funny man, catch me on tour,
new town near you
With 20 grand, man it's etiquette,
knock the mouth off for rhetoric
I hold degrees from the street,
yet subtle for lockin' shit
Majored in poli -sci,
with a double doctorate
Nine and nine, some go nines,
and some stay indoors
Flash the (D minor) message,
something's (A minor) out there
Nine and nine is the time,
when the deaf, dumb,
and blind all catch bore
Flash the message,
something's out there
Nine to nine, some go niners
and some stay indoors
Flash the (D minor) message,
(A minor) something's out there
Nine to nine is the time
when the deaf,
and blind all catch cold
Flash the message,
something's out there (D minor) (A minor) (D minor)
(A minor)
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