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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

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

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the shit don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the crack
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy with henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black benz
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the we rolling
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who can't afford tommy
The down and dirty johnny fill

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