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

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you wanna run "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 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 came
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause 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
frustration and it's filled up inside a me!

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

These m.c.'s shoulda
They keep around like auto-reverse
But I shift 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 spend it, now I'm
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' strangle 'em to

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
Where's the weed I 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 that I could be that
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

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

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've 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 don't
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
keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop