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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not them chrome!

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you don't
You move too slow, boy you
My style flows on you right
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

[sticky

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

Come on and (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), 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 they 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 somebody to put in a choke
And I can wet to my bay hands around they neck
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

[fredro

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

[fredro

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

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

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, to queens, and my teams
My is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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