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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
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 your wig back, get you snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me 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 a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks girls me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

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

Winning and rich 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 rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

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

go another route
Kidnap family make your brother eat your mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you like 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 and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

Don't ever fuck around with the cheddar
See Jimmy 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

been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes Marv Albert
But you should thank un coulda 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 it's not a
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
Tell these niggas the real 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, nahthe 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 your right
See baby boy I carry guns you 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 only you a back
You got to baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this herb mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from

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