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

starr]

Balheadz and 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 here
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

fingaz]

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

fingaz]

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 my bay hands around they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' strangle 'em to

Yo, you smell

starr]

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

[fredro

When I was born, I never thought I could be like that
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and phat knots
Nigga in dawn crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, 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 bigger and and deffer and better
my better bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' they gonna set it
When all the rounds you'll make is and synthesis
We get it, wish your style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you gets no
You it? here go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in
I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

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