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Intro: man

Spark that 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 morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
evil streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with just the 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 x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
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 like rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

method man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the slingers
ringers
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
nigga 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 in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
be show and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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