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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if it's
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point like rod
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
This is for the slingers
ringers
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
and remy mixed with henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping in a black benz
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of cigarettes
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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