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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what I'm holding
mad polo but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
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 mind of own
My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody test me out
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: star a.k.a. never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the
The highlight
When the next don't go right
Its so it's blazing
A nigga squeezed in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point like rod
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And that dirty shit

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
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 sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and remy mixed with
Chicks with sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the metro blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead I get my head right
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the smell of fucking
niggas with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading lies in my
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in hells
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta me at arms distance
I know myself onion niggas don't listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why it's so raw cause it's 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 hillfigger
The and dirty johnny fill niggas

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