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

When niggaz start the them shells get to droppin

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

it up, cock it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too late to try to
Hard escape through New York
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can feel ya shook ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay
guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when it's time to
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 like sniffin

Bust low, and stay low
I twist caps than the 40 oco
know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they 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, your creator
Your gone, locked down in blocks down east
out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

Poppin the nine at ten, then in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to ghetto
Up in the with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
paid from three ways
Who wanna die?It won't cost you a
Get your boys to follow of course you gonna holla
I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you measure my fifth with six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all 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 better it

I give a to my niggaz 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 spot get shot
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 no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause you know me

Don't make me you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch don't blast back
They like ladies, take their ice chains to the casket
And since we all from 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 heal our
Be to our hood

And if we we'll have a race of babies
That'll take to school and get crazy
And to my sons make ones
cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

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