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

starr]

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

Just watch us this hit, and get ill
We gall, til we hear fifty bill
So a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

fingaz]

And you couldn't me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I still be a
'cause good come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up a me!

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

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

fingaz]

I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm
So I'm searching for to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands they neck
And squeeze until I fuckin' 'em to death

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec out da click
Because my again, pass me my heineken
the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I never that I could be like that
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you rather run the streets and fuck around the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
When all the you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, your style is old and ?
So up mo' money, 'cause you gets no credit
You want it? go
Nigga that 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

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, moved to queens, and my
My is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my wildest dreams, I'm a star!
All spotlights, have me!

Afficial nast keep it on, 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 it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya stop