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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no my mind is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me I was at home
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The news
When the next shit don't go
Its so it's blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
This is for the crack
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy mixed with
Chicks fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course it's
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of new york
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The ticking consider this another mission
Impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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