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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick
Get that sit back school shit skip
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 ditch came with a
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

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

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and how a nigga 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 tinted I did bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky
I'll bring it to you at your local
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

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

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

I'm through wit' it your ain't 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
up nigga 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
While me and betha throw
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

ever fuck around with the don's 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 me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em bitches '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
Coward on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un coulda made you run though
Been at your door gun hold for fun though

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

Aiyyo up the crack, cook 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 hook up in check on work of the rap

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

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

Or the cocaine plan leave your brain dead
this herb 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 rapping or
Just and hostages
So, better obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go