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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 too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you here
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 fifty
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to it up
Rappers and routines, that make

[sticky

And you couldn't make me about, where I came frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz 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 comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I 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 somebody to put in a hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

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

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought that I be like that
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat
in dawn paddy 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 streets and fuck around with the
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and and deffer and better
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and
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 gon' be on da street
m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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