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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 move too slow, boy you
My style on you right here
Where my queens (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just us walk this 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, that make

fingaz]

And you couldn't make me forget about, I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to 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 shout (ooh!), let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

These m.c.'s shoulda
They keep comin' around auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and they heard
But first da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my

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 wrap my bay around they neck
And squeeze until I strangle 'em to death

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect 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 light it (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought that I could be like
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in paddy 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
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

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

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I money for walkin' in chains
I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is out the scene, is what 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 it on, keep 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 stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't