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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

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

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On like rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

Chorus: man

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

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking in the infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
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 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the that be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove they don't belong
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 myself onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I the grimy niggas
The ones who can't afford tommy
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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