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

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black step the F
I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
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 your ribs cracked, got a have me kick that
Get that sit back school shit 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
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
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 ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
and shit how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the 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 rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

Play people up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle 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 your make your brother eat your mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't 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 nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and like a pair of pennys
While me and betha fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't ever fuck around the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars lease 'em girls tease 'em

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

Dallas been up in you star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Albert
But you should thank un coulda 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?
Fuck that it's not a
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas like
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know you do
What? Tell these the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you look up a gat got you up attack huh
in the back, nahthe 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 your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you the big type
The kind that might you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like y'all flippin' pack
But I'm the only you a running back
You got to baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure coke from Columbian cats

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

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