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

[fredro

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 on you right here
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
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 forget about, where I frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause dayz come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
frustration 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 shoulda
They comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and then they
But first da cut-- then I they verse to quince(? ) my fears

fingaz]

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

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
Where's the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't 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, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play
And odds to stay alive, survive and they mine
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the 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' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record def, most def

[sticky

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

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