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Intro: Sticky Fingaz
Where my wolves at? Yeah
Put your hoodies on, keep your face down low
Anything shining, take that s**t
Give a fk, we in the bar
, girls, let's go!
Fredro Starr
Aiyyo, set it off, let it off, get it off
Get this s**t wild like thugs from up north
Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off
Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor
Get stuck at the bar, get robbed at the door
Dropped off at the coat tag door, take it off
Get down, face down to the ground
Kill 'em for their doe like Po from uptown
Cut your finger off, send it to your moms house
Never testify no matter how it goes down
When I bark shots you 'll duck down
Run up on your block, you get shut down
Give it up, you don't want to try to resist
Before I hit you off, you don't wanna die for this
Un-unh, so we gon load our guns to this
Black mask, face down, motherfkers gettin robbed to this
Chorus 2x
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head
Sonsee
Shots'll spill, think it's not for real
Make your body disappear like Copperfield
At the funeral's, don't waste no doctor bills
A lot of ain't kickin s**t I can feel
We gettin it down real big, that's what we doin
Give 'em the most raw, that's what we doin
The game don't understand, the world don't understand
These is gun in hand, you die for these grand
Shot's from the magnum, killin the gats, smack 'em
You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger
My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet (Hot one's!)
The one's that probably even pump the cops up
We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing
Or peeling, some loud , thugs can feel us
And my Brooklyn killers, and my project
And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it
Chorus
Sticky Fingaz
If I don't eat, fk that everybody starve
Takin your plate like it's food time in Oz
Motherfker, I kidnap all your kids
Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did?
Last job I had I was punching a clock
Last nigg* that I tied up was up at Koch
I ain't even need a mask, I ain't bust one shot
Made 'em wire me my money right there in the spot
That's a Coneay watch, nigg* take that off
That's a iced out cross, boy take that off
Know what'd happen to your daughter if I don't make that call?
Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off
Hottest nigg* in the club cause I got the heat
So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me?
So step up young'n, show me you gon do
We got big guns nigg* that go "boom boom boom!"
Chorus 4x