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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not hittin' 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 flows on you right
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
good dayz come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much outta 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 rehearse
keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my

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 strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A newer tec from out da
Because my again, pass me my heineken
Where's the I need? 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 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, block's crack
Watch the cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn crimes, like I play nines
And odds to alive, survive and they gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds 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
m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I swear left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

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