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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On like rod strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
ringers
This is for the
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 average niggas price
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 nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping buddah in a benz
out mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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