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

Aye yo, you the way I rep black step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest respect that
Any girl I met hit that, love the way I spit that
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

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

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

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

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and shit how a nigga in six
See they all see the 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 local
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

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

I'll go another
Kidnap your family make brother eat your mother out
After I 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 through wit' it your 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 'fore envy nigga I'm not in of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a of pennys
me and betha throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

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

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

Dallas been up in you favorite stlyus
Coward bite on my like Marv Albert
But you thank un though coulda made you run though
at your front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the is wrong with you?
Fuck that it's not a
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these 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 the hook up in check on this work of the rap

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

And I was just like y'all 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 cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this herb don't to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I flip a big
And I know stealers and they not from

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