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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not hittin' chrome!

starr]

Balheadz and bloaw!
Do you wanna run "aaah!" (aaah!)
Wich way did he go? you don't
You too slow, boy you blow
My style flows on you right
Where my niggaz? (right here!)
Is you out (yeah!...yeah!)

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

fingaz]

And you make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good come to those who take 'em
And I'm fed up, if there was so things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's frustration and it's up inside a me!

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

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

fingaz]

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

Yo, you smell

[fredro

Yeah, that's me, I'm the
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec from out da
Because my rhyme again, me my heineken
Where's the weed I it is my vitamin, so light it lincoln (hah!)
Reach for the sky, you too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We nast!

[fredro

When I was born, I thought that I could be like that
? up on their back, sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn paddy crimes, like I nines
And odds to stay alive, survive and gettin' mine
Faultless for ghetto minds, and da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better
This my bottom of brother, word to mother!

Mo' grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it
all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you gets no
You want it? go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street
m.c.'s, so keep it live! up in here
I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record def, most def

fingaz]

Sticky fingaz, I earn for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in new york, moved 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 it on, and ya don't stop
Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't