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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad polo but if it's stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
Kid open up your face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These evil got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
is for the crack slingers
Bell
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy mixed with
Chicks with fendi sucking in the infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze that be
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
talk
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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