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

When niggaz the poppin them shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too late to try to
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz 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
Niggaz blast when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the roof tryna at you
See me in the six coupe, engine
Skiddin, murder left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, like sniffin asbestos

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

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

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

[Sticky
Some say the the gun, the more damage it do
I say the the pistol, the better it shoot

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 spot motherfuckers get
In these streets niggaz fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't your benz'll get wet up
come around frontin, don't believe 'em

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

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

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

And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up
But keep ya up