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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 flows 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, it's time to it up
Rappers and routines, that make

[sticky

And you couldn't me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good 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 shout (ooh!), 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 heard
But first da cut-- then I bust verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

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

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A newer tec from out da
my rhyme again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed I 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 that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

Mo' niggaz the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So up mo' money, 'cause you gets no credit
You it? here go
Nigga know 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, 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
Without it I wouldn't've lived this
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 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 don't