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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 step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect
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 ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit back school skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big 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 me flicks girls sending me kicks
in some shit had to tap a chin with a fist

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

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and shit how a nigga in six
See all see the twelve 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
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

Play jumped up and sprayed people
I got that'll 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

I'll go another
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 it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

Don't ever fuck around the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
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
tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

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

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

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

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

And I was like y'all 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 coke from Columbian cats

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

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