Black Noi$e ft. Danny Brown - 1999 Lyrics

Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

What you doing for this 40 bar?
Bitch quit playing like you don't know the protocol
Pull up, paint look like bowling ball
Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
Put that on everything, swear on my blood
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake 'til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
How you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
These more your hard bottoms can't tie theyself
You can feel by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
Can't contain myself, goon, just gettin' started
And it's no time left, and it's no time left

Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

Fast forward everything now I can't play
Tongue boys and the man in just one day
Shit moving upstate like it can't delay
Tryna pull in numbers like measuring tapes
Set you straight, take big but I can't wait
Ulake CH from Michigan plates
You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
Say the sun can't shine 'til the darkness in
No shit Sherlock can put a stick in a pot
He ain't tell me that it's dinner see you missing the plot
Every tick on the clock know to stick to the box
So my cup full with water give respect to the bot
Know I'ma hit the lotto with my player Demarc
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
Know I'm hit the lotto, won't play it tomorrow
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow

Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time