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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 move too slow, boy you
My style flows on you right
my queens niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

Just us walk this hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make

fingaz]

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

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

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

fingaz]

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 my bay hands around they neck
And until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in affect woodtex
A newer tec from out da
Because my again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed I 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 that I be like that
? up on their back, block's sellin'
Watch the black cops, I pack cock clocks and glock knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I play
And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin'
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you rather run the and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, 'bout they gonna set it
When all the rounds make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, you gets 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 by--most def, def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is this gun in my teens
Without it I lived this long
In my dreams, that 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 keep it on, and ya stop
Onyx keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop