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

When niggaz start the poppin them get to droppin

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

it up, cock it back and blast to it

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

I burn, baby, like sniffin asbestos

Bust low, and stay low
I twist caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug
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 hello to the bad guy, meet creator
Your gone, down streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

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

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

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

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

Don't make me blast you up and snatch ass out the b
And bitch don't blast back
They ladies, they take their 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, to heal our hood
Be to our hood

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

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