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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not hittin' chrome!

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Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
way did he go? you don't know
You too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you here
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to 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
good dayz come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up 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 I shift the worst!
We the worst, and then they
But first da cut-- I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears

[sticky

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

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec out da click
my rhyme again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed I it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you 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 that I could be that
? up on their back, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, 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 fuck around the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

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

[sticky

Sticky fingaz, I earn 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 what this gun in my
Without it I wouldn't've this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

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