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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad polo but if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face with my orange box
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I 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 with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
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
Bell
is for the bootleggers
And everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse sonsee

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

Verse method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking this another mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chiggy
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty fill niggas

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