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

[fredro

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

Just us walk this hit, and get ill
We gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to it up
and routines, that make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, I came frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
good dayz 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 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 then I the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da cut-- I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

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

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect like
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
the weed 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
style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

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

[sticky

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

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