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

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black 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 kit kat push your wig back, get you shit 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 in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a

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

and rich eating 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 BB's 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 the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed
I got dudes 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
your family make your brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out to jug her out
Pillows to 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 man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act that
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 black and blue like a pair of
While me and throw fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

Don't fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never lease 'em 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 valid never hard mallet

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong with
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the 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, guns I had put in the back
I the hook 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 boy I carry guns you know the big type
The kind that might you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like y'all hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a running
You got to understand baby I'm done the crack
I get pure white coke from cats

Or the plan leave your whole brain dead
this herb don't mean to disturb
Never to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not Pittsburgh

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