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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met russel I had a jail record
Plus nothing 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 grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
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 two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
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 like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

method 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 where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

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

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
fucking up your colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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