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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 don't
You too slow, boy you blow
My style on you right here
Where my niggaz? (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 bricks

[sticky

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

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

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

[sticky

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

Yo, you smell

starr]

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect woodtex
A tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
Where's the 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 and you know that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

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

Mo' niggaz the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish style is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You it? here 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 best record def, most def

[sticky

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

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