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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 I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
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
Before I met I only had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the thickens
On point like rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

method man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the slingers
ringers
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

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

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this mission
Impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford tommy
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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