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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad polo but only if stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These evil got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

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

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Verse three:

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

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up your
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading 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 clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty fill niggas

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