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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least 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 selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so tight it's
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that dirty

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
ringers
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse three:

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

Verse four: man

Its the blaze that be
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of new york
Some
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty fill niggas

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