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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 too slow, boy you blow
My style on you right here
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us walk hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear fifty
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me about, where I came frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things 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 around like auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

I've had mad money, but I it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay around they neck
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect like
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
Where's the I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you get by, you gotta jar
This style is a and you know that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

I was born, I never thought that I could be like that
? up on their back, block's sellin'
Watch the black cops, I cock clocks and glock phat knots
in dawn paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to alive, survive and they gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and and bigger and deffer and better
This my better of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is fake and
We get it, wish your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you gets no
You want it? go
Nigga that 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 money for walkin' in
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
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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