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Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
Oh no not them chrome!

[fredro

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

Just watch us walk hit, and get ill
We won't gall, til we fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, time to shake it up
and routines, that make bricks

[sticky

And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came
And even if I left...snow, I be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to those who 'em
And I'm fed up, if was so much things outta ya
I screeaam! (aaah!) to let it all
It's and it's filled up inside a me!

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

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

[sticky

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

Yo, you that?

[fredro

Yeah, me, I'm the shit
I'm in like woodtex
A newer tec from out da
my rhyme again, pass me my heineken
Where's the weed I need? it is my vitamin, so 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 never that I could be like that
? up on back, block's sellin' crack
Watch the black cops, I pack cock and glock phat knots
Nigga in dawn crimes, like I play nines
And odds to stay alive, and they gettin' mine
Faultless for minds, and fuck da ? ? ?
See you run the streets and fuck around with the crooks
They got bigger and bigger and and bigger and deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, to mother!

Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout gonna set it
When all the rounds make is fake and synthesis
We just get it, wish your is old and ?
So burn up mo' money, 'cause you no credit
You want it? go
Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street
Bangin' m.c.'s, so it live! up in here
I swear left, we pose dead, your best record by--most def, most def

[sticky

fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains
Where I grew up, in brooklyn new york, to queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is this gun in my teens
it I wouldn't've lived this long
In my dreams, that I'm a star!
All spotlights, police me!

Afficial nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't
All city keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't
Onyx keep it on, keep it on, and ya don't stop