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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown baby ave
My on broadway all day, come on

Aye yo, you the way I rep black step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit
I don't kit kat your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip 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 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] with a stich
End in a so yo so I blend 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
and shit how a nigga 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 take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky
I'll bring it to you at your local
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

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

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

I'm through wit' it your crew even true wit' it
I see your man he's umm nothing to do with it
I know you like that but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore 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

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black jumping out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em girls 'em

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

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
Every 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 your shit's right
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 fear of life

And I was just y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a running
You got to understand baby I'm with the crack
I get pure white coke Columbian cats

Or the cocaine leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb mean to disturb
been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from

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