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Walkin down the street 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 shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, cock it back and to it

Starr]
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, all the niggaz that hate
I can feel ya shook ya walk through the gate
heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the rate
Niggaz better blast when it's time to
Niggaz on the roof blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, to test those

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

low, reload and stay low
I twist caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could by the look on the thug face
The way they it in the club, it ain't safe

A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet creator
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out 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, to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from three
Who wanna won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still holla
Money I'm sick, keep clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin
And when I cock back duke I'm glock tattoo

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

I give a holla to my in warfare
Sticky don't care, if don't else care
And um, I'm always quick to reach for the
So if you run up in my motherfuckers get shot
In these streets niggaz drivin fives set up
Forgive but don't your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, believe 'em

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

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

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