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

[fredro

and gunz bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you know
You move too slow, boy you
My style on you right here
Where my queens (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us walk hit, and get ill
We gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

fingaz]

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause dayz come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so 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' around like
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then they
But da cut-- then 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 until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like
A newer tec 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 move too far, you get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought that I could be like
? up on their back, block's crack
Watch the black cops, I cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and and bigger and deffer and better
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds 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 be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your record by--most def, most def

[sticky

fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

Afficial nast keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
All city it on, keep 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