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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
hooooo
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

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

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering like and
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

method man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the slingers
Bell
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and remy mixed henny
Chicks with fendi sucking disk in the
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red lights no
buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method 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
fucking up your colon
Of course it's
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself head niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The ticking consider this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny fill

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