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

starr]

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

Just watch us walk hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to it up
Rappers and routines, make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good 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
It's 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 keep comin' like auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and then they
But first da cut-- I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

fingaz]

I've had mad money, but I it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a hold
And I can wet to my bay hands around they neck
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like
A newer tec out da click
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
Where's the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you 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 I could be like that
? up on their back, block's sellin'
Watch the black cops, I pack cock and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, I play 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 and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, you gets no credit
You it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street
Bangin' m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in
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 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 lived this
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

Afficial keep it on, keep 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 keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't