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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

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

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point rod strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

method man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the crack
Bell
is for the bootleggers
And beggers
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and remy with henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford tommy
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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