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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what I'm holding
mad polo but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your with my orange box cutter
Soak you 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 pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts 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 first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the next shit don't go
Its so tight it's
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point rod strickland
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And that dirty shit

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood 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 average price range
Rings and remy mixed with
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the 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 kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course it's
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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