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

[fredro

and gunz bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you know
You too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you right
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

fingaz]

And you make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause good dayz come to those who 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's and it's filled up inside a me!

Come on and (aah!)
And (ooh!), just let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

These m.c.'s rehearse
They keep comin' around auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and they heard
But first da cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my

fingaz]

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

Yo, you that?

starr]

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

[fredro

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

Mo' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
all the rounds 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 it? here go
Nigga that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo
m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best by--most def, most def

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in 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, police me!

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