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

starr]

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

Just watch us 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
Rappers and routines, make bricks

fingaz]

And you couldn't me forget about, where 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 was so much things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's and it's filled up inside a me!

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

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

[sticky

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

Yo, you smell

starr]

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

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought that I could be that
? up on their back, block's crack
Watch the cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin'
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and 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 the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna 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 it? here go
Nigga know you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
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 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 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 keep it on, and ya don't
Armee keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop