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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your face with my orange box
Soak you when you least it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing hurt me when I was at home
These evil streets got a of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
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 geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like rod
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
ringers
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who 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 range
and remy mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red lights no
Pumping buddah in a benz
Pulling out mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
be show and prove they 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 onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
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 by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't afford hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny niggas

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