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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 don't
You move too slow, boy you
My style flows on you right
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I frome
And if I left...snow, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and 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 like
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and they heard
But first da cut-- then I bust they to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

had mad money, but I spend 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 fuckin' strangle 'em to

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect woodtex
A newer tec out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta 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 black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock phat
in dawn paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck 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 bottom of brother, to mother!

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

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in
I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my teams
My pants is out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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