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On my niggas my BK niggas
Back uptown Lennox ave
My on broadway all day, come on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit
I don't kit kat push wig back, get you shit snatched

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one been in a ditch with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin a stich
End in a so yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I been in a chick
on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
TV's in it BB's ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play people up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle the A's legal
You not a threat you it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your wet nigga wait now I'm set

I'll go another
Kidnap your family make your eat your mother out
I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk

I'm wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he me down with the threesome
tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

Dallas up in you favorite star's stlyus
bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should un though coulda made you run though
Been at your door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the is wrong with you?
Fuck it's not a game
Yo, you gotta be rhythming for niggas like that
Man them niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the
I want the up in check on this work of the rap

Now I'm not what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's
See baby boy I guns you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year of life

And I was just like flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
You got to understand baby I'm done the crack
I get pure coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your brain dead
Light this herb mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know stealers and not from Pittsburgh

No kids rapping or
Just kidnapings and
So, y'all better obey we pro way
Mess us no way now go 'head go play