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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

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

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: man

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

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black benz
out mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My gotta keep me at arms distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why so raw cause it's real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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