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

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

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

day one been in a ditch came with 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

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

Winning and rich eating on grits
Grinning and shit how a 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 I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky
I'll it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

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

I'll go route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck I wouldn't talk 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 like that but Cam why you act like
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his he want me down with the threesome
Niggas 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my got a crease in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

Dallas been up in you favorite star's
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
But you should un though coulda made you run though
Been at 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 niggas that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
Tell these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

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

Now I'm not saying what I like or what I
But get the fuck out my face 'til your right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big
The that might 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 with the
I get pure white coke from cats

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

No rapping or ostriches
kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all obey we shoot pro way
with us no way now go 'head go play