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

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

Get your cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big 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 me flicks girls sending me kicks
in some shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I 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 eating on cinnamon
Grinning and 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 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 local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees 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
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet wait now I'm set

I'll go another
Kidnap your family make your brother eat your out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
to smother 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 your man he's umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack that but Cam why you act like 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 a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
time you look up a gat got you shook up attack 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 or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big
The kind that might give you a 10 year of life

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

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

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