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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me that
Get that sit back shit 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 ditch came a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in some 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
Eight on the dope ask Dominican

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

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

I'll go another
Kidnap your make your brother eat your mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true wit' it
I see your man like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like
Shut up 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 and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha 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 lease 'em girls tease 'em

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

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

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

cook 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 this of the rap

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

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

Or the cocaine plan leave your brain dead
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 or ostriches
Just and hostages
So, y'all obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go