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On my Harlem niggas my BK
uptown 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 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
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 sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in some had to tap a chin with a fist

When the Begin with a stich
End in a so yo so I blend 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 on cinnamon grits
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
in it BB's kinted ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high see if you can sky dive
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

Play people jumped up and 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

go another route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat 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 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 like
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore envy 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 Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

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 lease '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 pants got a in 'em
All calls never hard mallet

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every you look up a gat got you shook up attack huh
in the back, nahthe 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 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The that might give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the
I get pure white coke from cats

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

No kids or ostriches
Just kidnapings and
So, y'all obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go go play