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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A in the dirt 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 face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These evil streets got a of their own
My pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to 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
They gonna make me kill them and throw away my
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so it's blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

method man

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

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Verse sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
and remy mixed with henny
Chicks fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping buddah in a benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove 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 arms
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who afford tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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