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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

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

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: man

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

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy with henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While individuals walk
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider another mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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