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Walkin down the street with my, glock in my
No safety, you it and our guns don't jam
Keep one in the hand and no 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, is gun clap music

Load it up, cock it back and to it

[Fredro
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can feel ya when ya walk 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 roof tryna at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

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

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

the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to ghetto
Up in the with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from ways
Who wanna die?It cost you a dollar
Get your boys to of course you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep clips in them rugers
And spit, you measure my fifth with six rulers
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I'm givin glock

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

I give a holla to my niggaz in
Sticky 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 gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget benz'll get wet up
Niggaz around frontin, don't believe 'em

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

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

And if we don't have a race of babies
take 380's to school 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 keep ya up