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

[fredro

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
way did he go? you don't know
You move too slow, boy you
My style flows on you 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, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

fingaz]

And you couldn't make me about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so 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 then they
But da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

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

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect like
A newer tec from out da
Because my again, pass me my heineken
Where's the I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you jar
This style is a gimmick and you that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I never that I could be like that
? up on their back, block's sellin'
Watch the cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn 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
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and and deffer 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 is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you gets no
You it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me be on da street dealo
m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I money 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 gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived this
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

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