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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
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 smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my first born, her last bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: 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 where we

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking in the infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course it's
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny fill

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