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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if it's
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, her last bad seed

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight it's
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On like rod strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
ringers
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy mixed henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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