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

starr]

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

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to it up
Rappers and routines, that bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause dayz come to those who take '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' 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

fingaz]

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

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect woodtex
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 too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, '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, 'cause you no credit
You it? here go
Nigga know 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, your best by--most def, most def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I earn money for in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my
My pants is out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this 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 stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't
Onyx keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop