Ninety Nine - John Forté

Me and my crew in a little tour show

Learned to flip the door with the money we’ve got

The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it’s on

Till one by one, we were gone

Subway sparks after dark

Flash the message: something’s out there

Yo John, that was the eighties man

This is ninety-nine

It’s crazy out there

Flash the message: something’s out there

John Forté, uh-huh, uh-huh

Hey yo, John Forté

Yo… yo…

Hustle big, hustle small

All y’all relate to it

I’m a a culture power, baby, when I run right through it

What the biz, money?

You know John and what it is

But then again too many yes-men…

(Wyclef: «Yo John, they missed it.»)

Hustle big, hustle small

All y’all relate to it

I’m a a culture power, baby, when I slide right through it

What the biz, money?

You know John and what it is

Then again too many yes-men inside the business

We stay grungy

Risk take on streets like a bungee

Hoes get nothing from me

I’m-a die feeling hungry

Rappers too complacent

I make hits in the basement

Got all the men on top wondering where they placement

If it’s real, then it’s real

And it ain’t no replacement

Them jealous cats who talk need to all walk adjacent

I trifold y’all all into a image my mold

So I can teach you how to walk, eat, drink, and buy gold

My shit is iz-ill

Wear three condoms out in Brazil

Brothers from the 'ville no fault at the iz-ill

Wanna have a duke?

Get real!

How you fiz-eel?

You couldn’t stick me if you brought the chisel

What the diz-eal?

Eat four stars at every miz-eal

You kiz-ill the vibe

You just high from the twiz-ill

And sti-zill I flow riz-ill, leave you fiz-ill

And leave y’all all stuck like Jack from without the Jiz-ill

What?

Me and my crew in a little tour show

Learned to flip the door with the money we’ve got

(Make the money)

The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it’s on

Till one by one, we were gone

(I'm gone)

Subway sparks after dark

Flash the message: something’s out there

(Suicide. It’s a suicide. Parappa!)

Flash the message: something’s out there

I shoot the gift cop

Find John at the strip spot

Juggling three who all know to keep their lips locked

I don’t get got

I told y’all before: it’s hot

Fuck the floss

I’m the boss when I rock flip-flops

Culture hip-hop

Before I take your head you should skip bop

Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shits cocked

What?

Hey y’all pose hard, but they rip up

I leave them enemies with their lips shut

Did what?

Yo money ease up how you cease us

You better off reefin' lighting trees up

Smoking with your mens fantasizing something swiftly

But little did you know I had the whole country with me

Little do you know (3x)

I got the whole country with me

Little do you know, huh?

Refugee Camp All-stars

Dirty Cash, C.O., Wyclef Jean

Nutzbaby, Nutzbaby

John Forté, where you at baby?

Come on