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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 know
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 gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, make bricks

fingaz]

And you make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to those who 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and 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 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

fingaz]

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

Yo, you smell

[fredro

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!)
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 can't be, we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, 'bout they gonna set it
When all the you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You want it? go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da 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

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved 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 long
In my dreams, that 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
keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop