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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

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 up your face with my orange box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight blazing
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
Bell
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy mixed henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a benz
out mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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