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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play people jumped up and sprayed
I got dudes that'll with 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 route
Kidnap your family make brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

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

Put fear 'fore envy I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a of pennys
While me and throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't ever fuck around the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots out to act cool
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down with the
Niggas tease 'em bitches 'em
I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All valid never hard mallet

Dallas been up in you star's stlyus
bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un coulda made you run though
Been at your front 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 ain't be rhythming for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
What? these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

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

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

And I was like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But I'm the only you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the
I get white coke from Columbian cats

Or the plan leave your whole brain dead
Light this don't mean to disturb
Never been to street but I flip a big bird
And I know and they not from Pittsburgh

No rapping or ostriches
Just and hostages
So, y'all better we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go go play