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Celebrate  grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky 
Worldwide  nigga it's 1999 
Shit out of control  sign of the times 
I ain't had this much fun since '79 
I was only eight then  hadn't been to the penn 
Just a young nigga on the front of a swing 
Playin football up in Powly High 
Too young to ride but it's still Eastside 
Homocides didn't happen much  niggas wasn't rappin much 
It's 99 nigga  shit  I know you strappin up 
Hell motherfuckin yeah, nigga wanna see the end 
So next year we can do it all again 
Same dogg channel, same dogg time 
Only the strong will survive in 99 
So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing 
Drippin on my memories, twisted off my music 
Tryin to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it 
Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it 
It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising 
And Eastside niggas is the shadiest (shadiest) 
But them Westside niggas is the craziest (craziest) 
Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine 
Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime 
Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime 
Be smart, fresh start is all you need 
First thing first, cuz, stop smoking cess weed 
You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating 
That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating 
But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say 
But somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead 
And Betty said Eddie's a fed 
Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head 
And he fuckin with this hoodrat that he met up in dance 
Betty gettin mad cause Eddie wanna share 
But look at how you livin for a minute then compare 
I love confetti, I always stay ready 
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli 
I'm ready to do now, who now, you now 
Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow 
Two down, with just one gun 
My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun 
I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone 
Live the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone 
Tragically casulties and fatalities 
And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me 
My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said 
Sonny get your money 'fore you end up dead 
I never really understood what he said 
Until my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his head 
Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson 
Slow down and go down, shit you know now 

Be smart, fresh start is all you need 
First things first cuz, stop smokin cess weed 
You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating 
That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating 
But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say 
But somehow someway, you got to make a better way 

(Somehow someway) 
You got to make a better way 
(You got to make a better way) 
You got to make a better way 
(You got to make a better way) 
You got to make a better way 
(You got to make a better way) 
You got to make a better way 
(Yeah, better days ahead) 
Better days ahead 
(Better days ahead) 
Better days ahead 

That's real. 
I feel your pain nigga. 
I used to be just like you nigga. 
Before I got off in this rap shit. 
Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollar. 
You know, but one thing I never did do. 
I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing. 
I went out and got my own ya feel me? 
So from me to you, man to man. 
Better days ahead my nigga. 
Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on. 
Cause I'm a get mine regardless. 
Nigga wether I'm rapping or on the streets. 
I gotta have it.

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