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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the 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 with my x-ray
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

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

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

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
Bell
is for the bootleggers
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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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 mixed henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red no headlights
Pumping in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze that be
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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