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

Aye yo, you the way I rep black step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get sit back school 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 been in a came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a 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 dope ask Dominican

Winning and eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a 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 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 the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's
You not a you want it you got it bet
I'll leave momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

I'll go route
Kidnap family 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 even true wit' it
I see your man like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like that
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

Don't ever fuck around with the don's
See Jimmy Jones in the jon cletta
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em tease 'em

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

Dallas been up in you favorite stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
But you thank un though coulda made you run though
Been at your door gun hold for fun though

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

Aiyyo up the crack, cook 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 want the hook up in check on work of the rap

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

And I was just y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm 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 street but I flip a big bird
And I stealers and they not from Pittsburgh

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