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

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
way did he go? you don't know
You too slow, boy you blow
My style on you right here
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us walk 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 make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and filled up inside a me!

Come on and (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

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

[sticky

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

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec out da click
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, sellin' crack
the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin'
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around the crooks
They got bigger and and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they 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 gets no
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 left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I money for walkin' in chains
Where I up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I lived this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

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