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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown Lennox 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 that hit that, love the way I that
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you snatched

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

When the Begin 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

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a nigga 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 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 dudes that'll jiggle the A's legal
You not a threat you it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet nigga now I'm set

I'll go route
Kidnap your family 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 talk

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
up nigga 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 throw fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

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

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

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo up? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck that it's not a
Yo, you ain't be rhythming for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
What? Tell 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, guns I had put in the back
I the hook up in check on this work of the rap

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

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

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

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