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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not hittin' chrome!

[fredro

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you know
You too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you right
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us walk hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear bill
So a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, I came frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and it's up inside a me!

Come on and (aah!)
And (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

These m.c.'s shoulda
They keep comin' around auto-reverse
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da cut-- then I they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm
So I'm searching for to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' strangle 'em to

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
Where's the I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought that I could be like
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play
And odds to alive, survive and they gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck with the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, 'bout they gonna set it
all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So up mo' money, 'cause you gets no credit
You it? here go
Nigga that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your record by--most def, most def

[sticky

fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I lived this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

Afficial nast keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
All city keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't