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

[fredro

and gunz bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you know
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 won't gall, til we hear bill
So a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
and routines, that make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
frustration 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 rehearse
They keep comin' around like
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 for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay around they neck
And squeeze until I strangle 'em to death

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec from out da
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 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, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I nines
And to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' niggaz the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and
We just get it, wish style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You want it? go
Nigga that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
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
I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, police 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 it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't