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Intro: man

that shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse sticky fingaz

I'm a
A in the dirt is what I'm holding
Sporting mad but only if it's stolen
I got no morals my is in the gutter
Kid I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you least it
I met russel I only had a jail record
Plus ever hurt me when I was at home
evil streets got a mind of their own
My left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And to drive a car jack
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna make me kill them and throw my carear
I'm my first born, her last bad seed

Verse fredro star a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On point like rod
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
ya tracks
And conceal dirty shit

Chorus: man

is for the gun slingers
Noise
This is for the crack
ringers
This is for the
And everyday
And all my hustlers who know where we headin'

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Verse three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the average niggas range
Rings and mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi 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 lights no
Pumping buddah in a black
out mac 10's
Its just the of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

Verse method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy up your colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs all 5 boroughs of new york
talk
While individuals walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and they don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the and hit the dj if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
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 nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
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 represent the grimy
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The down and dirty johnny fill

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