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Walkin the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our don't jam
one in the hand and no need for cockin

When niggaz start the them shells get to droppin

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Fuck rap music, this is gun clap
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap
Fuck rap music, is gun clap music

Load it up, cock it back and to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too late to try to
escape through New York State
It's on killa, all the niggaz that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the crime
Niggaz better blast when it's to shoot
Niggaz on the tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

low, reload and stay low
I twist more caps the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug
The way they play it in the club, it safe

A'yo I'm still not a but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet creator
Your gone, down streets in blocks down east
out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, your option to die

Poppin the nine at ten, guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin
Gettin paid from ways
Who die?It won't cost you a dollar
Get boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about loot
And when I cock back I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the the gun, the more damage it do
I say the the pistol, the better it shoot

I a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky care, if don't nobody else care
And um, I'm always quick to reach for the
So if you run up in my motherfuckers get shot
In these streets niggaz drivin gettin set up
but don't forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come frontin, don't believe 'em

You no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

Don't make me blast you up and your ass out the b
And niggaz don't blast back
They like ladies, they their ice chains to the casket
And since we all came from the
Got our name the hood and our game from the hood
I think it's time to kill for our good, to heal our hood
Be real to our

And if we don't have a race of babies
That'll 380's to school and get crazy
And to my tryna make ones
Sellin on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

And to my thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But keep ya up