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Walkin down the street with my, in my hand
No safety, you it and our guns don't jam
Keep one in the hand and no need for

When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to

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Fuck rap music, is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, is gun clap music

Load it up, cock it and blast to it

Starr]
Yo, who shot too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New York
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can feel ya when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the crime
better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the roof blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, burn like sniffin

Bust low, and stay low
I twist more caps the 40 oco
know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't

A'yo I'm still not a but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

Poppin the nine at ten, then in the sky
up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we DA's
Gettin paid three ways
Who wanna die?It cost you a dollar
Get your to follow of course you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about loot
And when I back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the bigger the gun, the damage it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the better it

I give a holla to my niggaz in
Sticky don't care, if don't nobody else
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my motherfuckers get shot
In these streets niggaz fives gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, don't 'em

You ain't no killer you be layin bleedin
Cause nigga you me

make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz don't back
They like ladies, they take their ice to the casket
And since we all from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game the hood
I think it's time to kill for our good, time to our hood
Be to our hood

And if we don't we'll have a race of
That'll take to school and get crazy
And to my tryna make ones
Sellin on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

And to my real get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But ya guns up