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

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
way did he go? you don't know
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 this 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 make me forget 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 frustration and it's up inside a me!

Come on and (aah!)
And (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

These m.c.'s shoulda
They keep comin' like auto-reverse
But I shift 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 to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay around they neck
And squeeze I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
Where's the I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
style 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 their back, block's sellin'
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I nines
And odds to alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' they gonna set it
When all the rounds make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, you gets no credit
You want it? go
know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, best record by--most def, most def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in
Where I grew up, in new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, police 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 keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya stop