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Intro: man

Spark that up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
heyyy

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what I'm
mad polo 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
you when you least expect it
Before I met russel I only had a jail
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 test me out there
They gonna make me them and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers born, her last bad seed

Verse two: fredro a.k.a. never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
the green paper
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the next shit go right
Its so tight blazing
A nigga hayz in
Got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On like rod strickland
ticking
Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop
Hitting they
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the slingers
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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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 with
Chicks fendi sucking disk in the infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my right
Running red no headlights
Pumping in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
Took 2 puffs and out
him up with 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 four: man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
fucking up your colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of new york
Some
While other walk
In my square tryin' to hide
lies in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking this another mission
Impossible as he gets
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take if you dare
The reason why it's so raw cause real
I swear by the hairs on my chin chin
To the day I die I represent the grimy
The who can't afford tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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