Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand
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No safety, you know it and our guns don't jam
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Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin
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When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin
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[Chorus 2X]
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Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
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Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
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Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
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Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
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[Fredro Starr]
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Yo, who shot ya?It's too late to try to operate
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Hard escape through New York State
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It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate
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I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
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Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
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Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate
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Niggaz better blast when it's time to shoot
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Niggaz on the roof tryna blast at you
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See me in the six coupe, twins engine
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Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden
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New guns, old guns, need to test those
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I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos
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Bust low, reload and stay low
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I twist more caps than the 40 oco
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Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
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The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
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[Chorus]
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[Sonsee]
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A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
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Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator
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Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
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Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
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With the boxpound heat, it's your option to die
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Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
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Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
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Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
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Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
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Gettin paid from three ways
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Who wanna die?It won't cost you a dollar
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Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
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Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
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And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six rulers
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Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
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And when I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo
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[Chorus]
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do
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I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot
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I give a holla to my niggaz in warfare
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Sticky don't care, if don't nobody else care
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And um, I'm always quick to reach for the glock
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So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot
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In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
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Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up
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Niggaz come around frontin, don't believe 'em
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You ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin
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Cause nigga you know me
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Don't make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
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And bitch niggaz don't blast back
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They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket
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And since we all came from the hood
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Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood
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I think it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
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Be real to our hood
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And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
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That'll take 380's to school and get crazy
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And to my sons tryna make ones
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Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes
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And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
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But keep ya guns up
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[Chorus]
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Gun Clap
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