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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 need for

When start the poppin them shells get to droppin

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Fuck rap music, is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun music
Fuck rap music, 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 York
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk the gate
Your heartbeat break like a Kay tape
Bust to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when it's to shoot
on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, engine
Skiddin, murder left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, like sniffin asbestos

Bust low, and stay low
I more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it safe

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

the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
Up in the x-sincos with my from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we DA's
Gettin paid three 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 puttin clips in them
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 more it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the it shoot

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

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

Don't make me blast you up and your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz blast back
They like ladies, they take their ice to the casket
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, time to our hood
Be to our hood

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

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