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

Aye yo, you love the way I rep step the F back
'Fore I out the guns and chest check respect 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 your ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick
Get sit back school shit skip 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 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 a fist

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

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a spin in six
See they all see the 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 see if you can sky dive
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

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

go another 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 give a fuck about I wouldn't about

I'm through wit' it your crew even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you pack that but Cam why you act like that
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

Don't ever fuck around with the cheddar
See Jimmy Jones in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never lease 'em girls 'em

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

been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Albert
But you should thank un though made you run though
Been at your front door gun for fun though

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
time you look up a gat got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the
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 out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big
The kind that give you a 10 year fear of life

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

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

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