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

[fredro

and gunz bloaw!
Do you run say: "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you know
You move too slow, boy you
My flows on you right here
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just us walk this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we hear bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, make bricks

fingaz]

And you make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause good dayz to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and filled up inside a me!

Come on and (aah!)
And shout (ooh!), let it all out (yeah!)
(4x)

These m.c.'s rehearse
keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I the worst!
We the worst, and then heard
But first da cut-- then I bust they to quince(? ) my fears

fingaz]

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

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like
A newer tec from out da
Because my rhyme again, pass me my
the weed I need? 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 style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, we be
We nast!

[fredro

I was born, I never thought that I could be like that
? up on back, block's 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, and they gettin' mine
for ghetto minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the
They got bigger and bigger and and bigger and deffer and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

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

[sticky

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

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