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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not them chrome!

starr]

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

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

fingaz]

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

[sticky

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

Yo, you that?

starr]

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

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought I could be like that
? up on their back, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play
And odds to stay alive, survive and gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and around with the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, 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, your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me be on da street dealo
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your record by--most def, most def

fingaz]

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

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