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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
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 hurt me I was at home
These evil streets got a mind of own
My pops me for dead with just the clothes on my back
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 gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight it's
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like rod
Clocks
the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
This is for the slingers
Bell
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse three:

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and remy mixed henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the infinity
nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping buddah in a black
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
fucking up your colon
Of course it's
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 of new york
talk
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
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 head don't listen
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this mission
Impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why it's so raw it's real
I by the hairs on my chin chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty fill niggas

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