[Fredro Starr]

Yo! Turn that s___ up, word up!
Afficial Nasty n____s...f___ Dat!
Ya n____s is dead-a__!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my n____z ' All City 'n s___!
Word up! Yo Mega, f___ Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn s___ n____!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]

What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't 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 don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
n____z be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We're nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to n____s on the corner, Mega's on ya
Rap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(f___ Dat! That's the All City s___!
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, s___'ll 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'
n____z holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these f__at a__ n____s try to steel what I got
As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at
That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over
(All City what, All City what?! f___ Dat!
Yo Sticky) {wassup n____?}( Come here n____, f___ Dat!
Let these m____fuckaz know n____!!!) {I want some NEW s___!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]

Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK s___! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap s___ for the LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!
But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I m____fuckin', m____fuckin' murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you're not Allah, then yo' a__ gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You f___ed up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off n____!
(What?! f___ Dat! f___ Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new n____ for ya n____z!
Yo f___ Dat! Step up and s___....)

[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]

I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an a__ bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We're tired of j__zle 'n rocks, we straight up f___in' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So f___ it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a f___ about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, n____z 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 s___TIN' ya
Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(f___ Dat! Yo X -1 n____!) {What n____?}
(Ya betta f___in' do this s___ n____!) {What what, what, what?!}
(f___ Dat! Afficial Nasty n____s!
f___in' takin' this streets! That n____s is dead!)

[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

All you crack n____z, I don't even like your style
If it wasn't 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, six's bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that s___ n____! What?!
Kick the our f___in' s___! f___ Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm 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, n____ tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!

[Fredro & Sticky Fingaz]

f___ Dat! Afficial Nast n____!
f___ Dat! Afficial Nast n____!
f___ Dat! f___ Dat! Afficial Nast n____!
f___ Dat! Afficial Nast n____!
Word up! f___in' All City!
m____fuckin' Onyx!
m____fuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you n____!
f___in' Sonsee n____! What da f___ is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup n____?! Gangreen in this m____fucka!
Bubba Smith 'n s___! Back da f___ up, everybody up!!
My n____ too dirty up in this m____fucka! (Know what I'm sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast n____! f___ any DJ,yo f___ Dat! (Any DJ n____! Afficial Nast!)
Word up, f___ Dat! n____z don't know! My m____fuckin' broher is sayin', f___ Dat!
Big Chris, f___ Dat! n____z ain't seein' s___! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da f___ up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)

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