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Intro: man

Spark 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 but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These evil got a mind of their own
My pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if test me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy mixed henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas that be
fucking up your colon
Of it's tical
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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