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[fredro starr]

Yo turn that shit up word up
Afficial nasty dat
Ya niggas is dead ass
Know what i&#39;m sayin&#39;?
We&#39;re payin&#39; my niggaz &#39; all city &#39;n shit
Word up yo mega fuck dat
Rip that brooklyn shit nigga

[j. mega (fredro starr)]

What? what? what? what? what? what?
My fleet goals by da creep cold
We blaze y&#39;all won&#39;t see those you just feel &#39;em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo&#39; for killin&#39; &#39;em
Green backs, i want a mil (of) &#39;em
But don&#39;t minimum, strictly max out, the ol&#39;s put the black out
Niggaz be frontin&#39;, we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin&#39; cartracks out, as we stack now
We&#39;re nuthin&#39; to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, mega&#39;s on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, i&#39;m sippin&#39; on corona, keep my carpet coma
The east new york soldier, what?
(fuck dat that&#39;s the all city shit
Yo greg valentine)

[greg valentine, (fredro starr), sticky fingaz]

Yo, the bees be rushin&#39; like petrees(?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit&#39;ll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin&#39; fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a &#39;roll it in dice&#39;
Niggaz holdin&#39; they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it&#39;s too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin&#39; pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what i got
As if, that ain&#39;t enough, for jakes is ratin&#39; the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that&#39;s where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin&#39; their rain, it&#39;s over
Prayed to jehova, jiggaz up, the game&#39;s over
(all city what, all city what? fuck dat
Yo sticky) wassup nigga?(come here nigga, fuck dat
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga) i want some new shit
(afficial nast what?)

[sticky fingaz, (fredro starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can&#39;t heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin&#39; wack shit i cut out ya tongue son i&#39;m in this rap shit for the lovesong
Who can stage as soon as the blunt&#39;s out? you don&#39;t want none
But regardless, readin&#39; wildest, you get da mildest
I muthafuckin&#39;, muthafuckin&#39; murder, want charges
You off getargets, kill any rap artist
Still hate ya guts, and hope that ya die
If you&#39;re not allah, then yo&#39; ass gotta frie
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up big time, you should&#39;ve finished me off nigga
(what? fuck dat fuck dat
Afficial nast what up?
Yo lefty, i got a new nigga for ya niggaz
Yo fuck dat step up and )

[bubba smith, (fredro starr), x-1]

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin&#39; the spots
We&#39;re tired of jizzle &#39;n rocks, we straight up fuckin&#39; in villains or jachts
Got the big apple on smash like mobbs, we&#39;re livin&#39; hell really?
So we just vanish &#39;n rob, paper tellin&#39; me we all dyin&#39; from a leg docs(?)
So fuck it, it&#39;s even get it get-got, so what?
Bring it, i&#39;m closin&#39; now shut, i don&#39;t give a fuck about gettin&#39; popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot
It&#39;s my time to go, playa, i&#39;m tryin&#39; to go spittin&#39; you
For the dolies, niggaz just press g-o
While shoot outs, reachin&#39; for the glocks, on my way to gettin&#39; drugs
Still spittin&#39; ya, 3-60 pill, i was drugged up, in a sixth still shittin&#39; ya
Call it murder, besides anybody try to here missin&#39;
(fuck dat yo x -1 nigga) what nigga?
(ya betta fuckin&#39; do this shit nigga) what what, what, what?
(fuck dat afficial nasty niggas
Fuckin&#39; takin&#39; this streets that niggas is dead)

[x - 1, (fredro starr)]

All you crack niggaz, i don&#39;t even like your style

If it wasn&#39;t for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, x is layin&#39; it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin&#39; ya town
Takin&#39; dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six&#39;s bein&#39; deep on the basic floors
(they hate that shit nigga what?
Kick the our fuckin&#39; shit fuck dat)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up &#39;bout
Before my hart stops, kid i&#39;m tryin&#39; to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin&#39; you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, x-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?

[fredro & sticky fingaz]

Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Fuck dat afficial nast nigga
Word up fuckin&#39; all city
Muthafuckin&#39; onyx
Muthafuckin&#39; fredro starr talkin&#39; to you nigga
Fuckin&#39; sonsee nigga what da fuck is up?
Yo sticky, wassup nigga? gangreen in this muthafucka
Bubba smith &#39;n shit back da fuck up, everybody up
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka (know what i&#39;m sayin?)
Dj ls, afficial nast nigga fuck any dj,yo fuck dat (any dj nigga afficial nast)
Word up, fuck dat niggaz don&#39;t know my muthafuckin&#39; broher is sayin&#39;, fuck dat
Big chris, fuck dat niggaz ain&#39;t seein&#39; shit afficial nast yo eat &#39;em up
Get da fuck up outta here (car rushin&#39; away)

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