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On my Harlem my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox 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 check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I that
I don't kit kat your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me that
Get that sit back school shit that
Learn how to pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a with a fist

the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I been in a chick
Eight on the ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and shit how a 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 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 your momma and your poppa wet wait now I'm set

I'll go another
Kidnap your family make your eat your mother out
I done 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 wit' it your crew ain't even 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 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 like a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

Don't ever fuck around with the cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down with the
Niggas 'em bitches please '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 star's
Coward bite on my hoes like Albert
But you should thank un though made you run though
Been at your front gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is with you?
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be for niggas like that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell 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, nahthe guns I had put in the
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 out my face 'til your 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 flippin' hundred pack
But I'm the only you a running back
You got to baby I'm done with the crack
I get white coke from Columbian cats

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

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