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

When niggaz start the poppin them get to droppin

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the
heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when time to shoot
on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

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

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

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

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

I a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky care, if don't nobody else care
And um, I'm always to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot get shot
In these streets niggaz drivin gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget your get wet up
Niggaz around frontin, don't believe 'em

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

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

And if we don't we'll a race of babies
take 380's to school and get crazy
And to my tryna make ones
Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the comes

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