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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a have me kick that
Get that sit back 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 with a
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in shit 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 ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
TV's in it kinted 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 local
How the palladium, fuck it yankees 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 poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you like that but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

Don't ever around with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em tease 'em

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

been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes 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 like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know you do
What? Tell niggas the real deal, aight check it}

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

Now I'm not saying what I like or what I
But get the fuck out my 'til your shit's right
See boy I carry guns 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 I'm the only you a running back
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
Light this herb don't to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I flip a big
And I stealers and they not from Pittsburgh

No kids rapping or
kidnapings and hostages
So, better obey we shoot pro way
Mess us no way now go 'head go play