Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! OH NO NOT THEM HERE THEY COME!
[Fredro Starr] Baldheads and guns blaw Where you gonna run say ah, oh Which way did he go? You don't know You move too slow, boy you blow My style grows on you like hair Where my Queens niggas? We right here Is you out there? Yeah
[Sonsee] Just watch us spark this hit and get ill We won't yield til we hit 50 bil So grab a hold, get a grip, it's time to shake it up For rappers and routines that make bricks
[Sticky Fingaz] Amnesia couldn’t make me forget about where I came from And even if I left the slum I’d still be a hoodlum Cause good things come to those who take ‘em And I'm fed up and filled with so much anxiety I gotta scream To let out all this frustration that's built up inside of me
[Hook: 4X] Come on and scream and shout, just let it all out
[Sonsee] These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse They keep comin around like auto-reverse For them our shit’s the worst We disperse and then they hurt But first to cut, then I burst they verse to quench my thirst
[Sticky Fingaz] I made mad money but I spent it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody to put in a chokehold And I can't wait to wrap my bare hands around they neck And squeeze until I fuckin strangle 'em to death
[Fredro Starr] Yo, you smell that? Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit I'm in effect like WIC checks and you a TEC without the clip There goes my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken Where’s the weed? I need it, it’s my vitamin So light it then get high Reach for the sky, you won't survive, you won't get by, you gotta die Your style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be what we be We Afficial Nastee Niguz
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[Fredro Starr] When I was born I never thought that I could be like that Growing up in the back block, selling crack rocks to black cops I pack, cock glocks and clock phat knots Nickel and dime, petty crimes, packing plenty nines and knives to stay alive Surviving and getting mine Thoughts of the ghetto minds said fuck the books See I’d rather run the street and fuck around with the crooks And got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and deffer and better This is my bread and butter my brother word to mother
[Sonsee] More niggas grab the mics, talking 'bout they gonna set it When all the rhymes you make is fake as synthetics We just dead it, plus your style is old as a relic So burn em up money, cause you gets no credit You want it? Here it go Nigga know the Armee, or we gonna be on the straight d-low banging M.C.'s So keep it live up in here I swear nothing less, we possess your best record buy Most Def, Most Def
[Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz, earn money from mugging on trains Where I grew up in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens in my teens My pants are busting out the seams with this gun in my jeans Without it I wouldn’t’ve lived this long in my wildest dreams And I'm a star, my spotlight’s police high beamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
