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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 don't
You move too slow, boy you
My flows on you right here
Where my queens (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's to shake it up
and routines, that make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'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
frustration 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
They keep around like auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and then they
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 for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to my bay hands around they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' 'em to death

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like
A newer tec from out da
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
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

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 phat knots
Nigga in dawn crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they mine
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and and deffer and better
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout gonna set it
When all the rounds make is fake 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 keep it live! up in
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

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

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