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

When niggaz the poppin them shells get to droppin

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

it up, cock it back and blast to it

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

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

Bust low, and stay low
I twist more caps the 40 oco
Bitches know, could 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 hater but the heat'll 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 at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
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 you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my with 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 a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky don't care, if nobody else care
And um, I'm always quick to reach for the
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In these niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, don't 'em

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

Don't make me you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz don't back
They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the
And we all came from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game from the
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 have a race of
That'll take 380's to and get crazy
And to my sons tryna make
cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

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