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

[fredro

and gunz bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you don't
You move too slow, boy you
My style flows on you right
Where my queens (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to it up
and routines, that make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me about, where I came frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
good 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
It's frustration and filled 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' like auto-reverse
But I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

fingaz]

I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm
So I'm for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec from out da
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta 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 thought that I could be that
? up on their back, block's sellin'
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they mine
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, 'bout they gonna set it
When all the you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You want it? go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in
I swear left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn money for in chains
Where I up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived this
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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