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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

one: sticky fingaz

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

two: fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
the next shit don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
the plot thickens
On point like rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas stop ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering like and
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

method man

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

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy with henny
Chicks with sucking disk 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 no headlights
buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of fucking
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse four: man

Its the that be johnny
Not many shots can do that ass
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of it's tical
assault
We can walk these through all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for that wiz
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on take another if you
The reason why it's so raw cause it's
I swear by the on my chin 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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