| Yeah, what’s up
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| 1998 bout to set it straight
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| ODM, Mr. Shadow come on
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| Got Viscious up in here
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| Yeah, what’s up I said make money money
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| Make money money money
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| Hey yo Shadow come through
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| I’m about to make you bounce Mr. Shadows' in the house
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| I don’t care about the fame making money’s all that counts
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| Headed south now you know there’s a party goin on
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| ODM got’s those bottles of those Don Perron
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| It’s a mexican thing that we bring to your city
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| 619 909 homies tell me 'Are you with Me'
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| Bumping Lake Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets
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| With phat ass rides and homies coming with that heat
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| From undearneth, I got that DP with a twist lime in
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| Throw on an instramental start rhymin
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| I’m climbing to the level 80 proven toxication
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| I’m so fucked up Shadow tell what they’re facing
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| A gang of shows
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| A gang of hoes
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| When I step in through the door
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| Everybody knows that I becoming with my flows
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| I’m the one that is known for my sickness
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| Going down my hitless, now tell me if you’re with this
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| Now everybody raise up
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| Who you be what you claim
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| 619 909 staying true to this game
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| Mr. Shadow ODM coming through with the sickness
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| Clock a grip load a clip cause I trip with a quickness
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| Now ODM will make you bounce like Skate in the 98
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| He won’t hesitate to make the scrilla before it’s to late
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| Us fools got to stick together quit hittin on the next man
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| Get a plan and flip the next grand
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| And watch me clown cause my shit is straight legit
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| 7 years in this bitch and still bangin out those hits
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| And it don’t quit and it don’t stop, til my album drops
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| Now I’m that fool that brought mexicans to hip hop
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| I brought the pattern of browns and introduced the new sounds
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| And now I’m down to put it down for the underground
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| A young playa with the hit one time
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| Shadow let that nine shine if they find time to step out of line
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| And I ain’t servin no manners, just provin I’m the baddest
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| And what we do is creeping through the night
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| Like the devils get at us and if you think you got that bomb shit
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| You’re fuckin with the wrong cliq 619 909 fools be on
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| I thought you knew that I was staying true to the scene
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| Blowin up bustin raps nation wide here people scream and clap
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| It’s that bald headed fool ain’t no room for the drama
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| It’s all about the show state to states makin dollars
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| I gonna drop it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed Rock
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| Dependin on my rhymes cause my life depends on hip hip
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| And it don’t stop til I come up, on a grip like Billy Gates
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| Mr. Shadow and ODM at the gates for 98
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| Straight swiggin on that bottle of the don huh
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| We carry on to the limit and beyond huh
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| We just some young mothafuckas staken paper like the tribune
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| Now why would you want to get sick if you know I’m always with you
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| Make you panic like your nena when I’m coming
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| Like daffy got you duckin, like the law I got you runnin
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| And now you know I’m the man with the plan
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| Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin true to the game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 61909 (feat. O.D.M.) , by - O.D.M.Song from the album The Best of Mr. Shadow Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп