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

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you don't
You move too slow, boy you
My flows on you right here
Where my niggaz? (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 bricks

fingaz]

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to those who 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much 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 shout (ooh!), let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

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

[sticky

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 hands around they
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

[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 need? it is my vitamin, so it lincoln (hah!)
for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This is a gimmick and you know 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, block's crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and phat knots
in dawn paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and 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 better of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they set it
When all the rounds you'll make is and synthesis
We get it, wish your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, you gets no credit
You want it? go
know that 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 dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my
Without it I wouldn't've this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

Afficial nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya stop
All city keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya 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