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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is 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 face with my box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
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 roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so it's blazing
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
they stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the crack
ringers
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
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a benz
out mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course it's
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the chef in 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 the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw it's real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny fill

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