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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
mad polo but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll up your face with my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met russel I had a jail record
nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These evil got a mind of their own
My pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my x-ray
And if anybody test me out
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The news
When the next don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point like rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
Noise
This is for the crack
ringers
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy with henny
with fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the nickel blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and out
him up with 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course it's
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the in hells kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking consider this another
Impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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