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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 niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just us walk this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear fifty
So a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

fingaz]

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

These m.c.'s shoulda
They comin' around like auto-reverse
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da cut-- then I bust 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 my bay hands around they neck
And squeeze I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
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 know that you can't be, we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

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

[sticky

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

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