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[fredro starr]

yo! turn that shit up, word up!
afficial nasty niggas...fuck dat!
ya niggas is dead-ass!
know what im sayin?
were payin my niggaz all city 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, yall wont see those, you just feel em
we raise the states in this game, like helium
the new millenium, got me in mo for killin em
green backs, i want a mil (of) em!
but dont minimum, strictly max out, the ols put the black out
niggaz be frontin, we take the back rob
now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
city puttin cartracks out, as we stack now
were nuthin to match out, formula
see it clearly through my corner-ya
this goes out to niggas on the corner, megas on ya
rap performer, no diploma, im sippin on corona, keep my carpet coma
the east new york soldier, what?
(fuck dat! thats the all city shit!
yo greg valentine!)
[greg valentine, (fredro starr), {sticky fingaz}]

yo, the bees be rushin 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, shitll never be peace
cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
we poly for higher states, buyin fire escapes
see this, criminal life is like a roll it in dice
niggaz holdin they ice, wild bust on a slice
yo its too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin pot
put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what i got
as if, that aint enough, for jakes is ratin the spot
where we eat at, but tonight thats where they bleed at
that belone her with the flame, throwin their rain, its over
prayed to jehova, jiggaz up, the games 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 cant heard from, the dumb dumb
kickin wack shit! i cut out ya tongue son! im in this rap shit for the lovesong!
who can stage as soon as the blunts out? you dont want none!
but regardless, readin wildest, you get da mildest!
i muthafuckin, muthafuckin murder, want charges!
you off getargets, kill any rap artist!
still hate ya guts!, and hope that ya die!
if youre not allah, then yo ass gotta frie!
soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
you fucked up big time, you shouldve 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 shit....)
[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 the spots
were tired of jizzle n rocks, we straight up fuckin in villains or jachts
got the big apple on smash like mobbs, were livin hell really?!
so we just vanish n rob, paper tellin me we all dyin from a leg docs(?)
so fuck it, its even get it get-got, so what?!
bring it, im closin now shut, i dont give a fuck about gettin popped
them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
its my time to go, playa, im tryin to go spittin you
for the dolies, niggaz just press g-o
while shoot outs, reachin for the glocks, on my way to gettin drugs
still spittin ya, 3-60 pill, i was drugged up, in a sixth still shittin ya
call it murder, besides anybody try to here missin
(fuck dat! yo x -1 nigga!) {what nigga?}
(ya betta fuckin do this shit nigga!) {what what, what, what?!}
(fuck dat! afficial nasty niggas!
fuckin takin this streets! that niggas is dead!)
[x - 1, (fredro starr)]

all you crack niggaz, i dont even like your style
if it wasnt for love, you be dead right now
speak upon the gun nor, x is layin it down
dirty two rounds, sprayin ya town
takin dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
die with the sacred course, sixs bein deep on the basic floors
(they hate that shit nigga! what?!
kick the our fuckin shit! fuck dat!)
be a hard rock and see where you end up bout
before my hart stops, kid im tryin to see some jacks
you better get dropped dog, just read the facts
dig a gunshot, at least about bringin 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 all city!
muthafuckin onyx!
muthafuckin fredro starr talkin to you nigga!
fuckin sonsee nigga! what da fuck is up?!
yo sticky, wassup nigga?! gangreen in this muthafucka!
bubba smith n shit! back da fuck up, everybody up!!
my nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (know what im sayin?!)
dj ls, afficial nast nigga! fuck any dj,yo fuck dat! (any dj nigga! afficial nast!)
word up, fuck dat! niggaz dont know! my muthafuckin broher is sayin, fuck dat!
big chris, fuck dat! niggaz aint seein shit! afficial nast! yo eat em up!
get da fuck up outta here! (-car rushin away-)


433 kez okundu

onyx en ok okunan 10 arks

1. stik n muve
2. phat n all dat
3. shut em down
4. jackin for beats
5. shut em down remix
6. here n now
7. shiftee
8. punkmotherfukaz
9. veronica
10. wrongs

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