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

[fredro

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

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

[sticky

And you couldn't make me about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause good dayz come to those who 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things 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 neck
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

starr]

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like
A newer tec out da click
my rhyme again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you 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 thought that I could be like that
? up on their back, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock knots
in dawn paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin'
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better of brother, word to mother!

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

[sticky

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

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