61909

Yeah, what's up

1998 bout to set it straight

ODM, Mr. Shadow come on

Got Viscious up in here

Yeah, what's up I said make money money

Make money money money

Hey yo Shadow come through

I'm about to make you bounce Mr. Shadows' in the house

I don't care about the fame making money's all that counts

Headed south now you know there's a party goin on

ODM got's those bottles of those Don Perron

It's a mexican thing that we bring to your city

619 909 homies tell me: Are you with me?

Bumping Lake Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets

With phat ass rides and homies coming with that heat

From undearneth, I got that DP with a twist lime in

Throw on an instramental start rhymin

I'm climbing to the level 80 proven toxication

I'm so fucked up Shadow tell what they're facing

A gang of shows

A gang of hoes

When I step in through the door

Everybody knows that I becoming with my flows

I'm the one that is known for my sickness

Going down my hitless, now tell me if you're with this

Now everybody raise up

Who you be what you claim

619 909 staying true to this game

Mr. Shadow ODM coming through with the sickness

Clock a grip load a clip cause I trip with a quickness

Now ODM will make you bounce like Skate in the 98

He won't hesitate to make the scrilla before it's to late

Us fools got to stick together quit hittin on the next man

Get a plan and flip the next grand

And watch me clown cause my shit is straight legit

7 years in this bitch and still bangin out those hits

And it don't quit and it don't stop, til my album drops

Now I'm that fool that brought mexicans to hip hop

I brought the pattern of browns and introduced the new sounds

And now I'm down to put it down for the underground

A young playa with the hit one time

Shadow let that nine shine if they find time to step out of line

And I ain't servin no manners, just provin I'm the baddest

And what we do is creeping through the night

Like the devils get at us and if you think you got that bomb shit

You're fuckin with the wrong cliq 619909 fools be on

I thought you knew that I was staying true to the scene

Blowin up bustin raps nation wide here people scream and clap

It's that bald headed fool ain't no room for the drama

It's all about the show state to states makin dollars

I gonna drop it like gernades, rock the spot like if I was from Bed Rock

Dependin on my rhymes cause my life depends on hip hip

And it don't stop til I come up, on a grip like Billy Gates

Mr. Shadow and ODM at the gates for 98

Straight swiggin on that bottle of the don huh

We carry on to the limit and beyond huh

We just some young mothafuckas staken paper like the tribune

Now why would you want to get sick if you know I'm always with you

Make you panic like your nena when I'm coming

Like daffy got you duckin, like the law I got you runnin

And now you know I'm the man with the plan

Let me hear you yell my name, 619 909 stayin true to the game