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

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

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

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

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 ain't been in a
Eight on the dope ask Dominican

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a 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 it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

people jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes jiggle with the A's legal
You not a you want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet wait now I'm set

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like 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 black and blue like a pair of
me and betha throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

Don't ever fuck with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones in the jon cletta
Or the black jumping out to act cool
never lease 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his he want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never hard

Dallas up in you favorite star's stlyus
bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you thank un though 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?
that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas like
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
What? Tell these niggas the deal, aight check it}

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

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

And I was just like y'all hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
You got to understand I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian

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

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