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Walkin the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our guns jam
Keep one in the and no need for cockin

When niggaz start the poppin shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
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 shook when ya walk the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when time to shoot
Niggaz on the tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

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

A'yo I'm not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
Say to the bad guy, meet your creator
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down
Hopped out jeeps, 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 ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from wit heavy metal
Drug raps the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from ways
Who wanna die?It won't you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still holla
Money I'm sick, keep clips in them rugers
And spit, you measure my fifth with six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about loot
And when I cock back I'm givin glock tattoo

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

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

You no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

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

And if we we'll have a race of babies
That'll take 380's to and get crazy
And to my sons tryna ones
Sellin on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

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