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

[fredro

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

Just us walk this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
So a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake 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 good dayz come to who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much things 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 shoulda
They keep comin' around like
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then they
But first da cut-- I bust 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 around neck
And squeeze I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A newer tec out da click
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
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 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 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 nines
And odds to stay alive, and they gettin' mine
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' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is and synthesis
We just get it, wish style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, you gets no credit
You want it? go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, def

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is this gun in my teens
Without it I lived 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 keep it on, and ya stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't
Onyx it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop