Yo! turn that shit upword up!
Afficial nasty niggas...fuck dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz ' all city 'n shit!
Word up! yo megafuck dat!
Rip that brooklyn shit nigga!
[j. mega(fredro starr)]
What? what? what? what? what? what?
My fleet goalsby da creep cold
We blazey'all won't see thoseyou just feel 'em
We raise the states in this gamelike helium
The new milleniumgot me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backsI want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimumstrictly max outthe ol's put the black out
Niggaz be frontin'we take the back rob
Now stay with that styleoriginalwanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks outas we stack now
We're nuthin' to match outformula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the cornermega's on ya
Rap performerno diplomaI'm sippin' on coronakeep my carpet coma
The east new york soldierwhat?
(fuck dat! that's the all city shit!
Yo greg valentine!)
[greg valentine(fredro starr){sticky fingaz}]
Yothe bees be rushin' like petrees(? )
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya sleeswe has to say delease
Between the thugs and the policeshit'll never be peace
Cause holidayraise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher statesbuyin' fire escapes
See thiscriminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they icewild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hotin this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As ifthat ain't enoughfor jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat atbut tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flamethrowin' their rainit's over
Prayed to jehovajiggaz upthe game's over
(all city whatall city what? ! fuck dat!
Yo sticky) {wassup nigga? }( come here niggafuck dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {i want some new shit!}
(afficial nast! what? !!)
[sticky fingaz(fredro starr)]
Oh oohhere the thug comefrom out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love oneyou can't heard fromthe dumb dumb
Kickin' wack shit! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the lovesong!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? you don't want none!
But regardlessreadin' wildestyou get da mildest!
I muthafuckin'muthafuckin' murderwant charges!
You off getargetskill any rap artist!
Still hate ya guts!and hope that ya die!
If you're not allahthen yo' ass gotta frie!
Soon as life is for a lifewithout no remorse
You fucked up big timeyou should've finished me off nigga!
(what? ! fuck dat! fuck dat!
Afficial nast what up? !
Yo leftyI got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo fuck dat! step up and shit....)
[bubba smith(fredro starr){x-1}]
I roll with gat-swingersthat bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringersthat an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hotwe runnin' the spots
We're tired of jizzle 'n rockswe straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the big apple on smash like mobbswe're livin' hell really? !
So we just vanish 'n robpaper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(? )
So fuck itit's even get it get-gotso what? !
Bring itI'm closin' now shutI don't give a fuck about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heardleft these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to goplayaI'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the doliesniggaz just press g-o
While shoot outsreachin' for the glockson my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya3-60 pillI was drugged upin a sixth still shittin' ya
Call it murderbesides anybody try to here missin'
(fuck dat! yo x -1 nigga!) {what nigga? }
(ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {what whatwhatwhat? !}
(fuck dat! afficial nasty niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! that niggas is dead!)
[x - 1(fredro starr)]
All you crack niggazI don't even like your style
If it wasn't for loveyou be dead right now
Speak upon the gun norx is layin' it down
Dirty two roundssprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the groundbe a mantake ya laws
Die with the sacred coursesix's 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 stopskid I'm tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dogjust read the facts
Dig a gunshotat least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spotsor walk that for liquid cats
X critical sourcewith criminal thoughtsunder the physical laws
Your visual lostx-million nownigga tripple the course
I cripple your bosswhat? !!
[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 stickywassup nigga? ! gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba smith 'n shit! back da fuck upeverybody up!!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (know what I'm sayin? !)
Dj lsafficial nast nigga! fuck any djyo fuck dat! (any dj nigga! afficial nast!)
Word upfuck dat! niggaz don't know! my muthafuckin' broher is sayin'fuck dat!
Big chrisfuck dat! niggaz ain't seein' shit! afficial nast! yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*car rushin' away*)
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