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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
mad polo but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
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

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight it's
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point rod strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

method man

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

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average price range
Rings and remy with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of course it's
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in 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 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 take another if you
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty fill niggas

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