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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 black the F back
I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, the way I spit that
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

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

Since day one been in a ditch 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 chin 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 ain't in a chick
Eight on the dope ask Rich

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
TV's in it kinted ask who it is

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

Play people jumped up and sprayed
I got dudes jiggle with the A's legal
You not a threat you 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 brother eat your out
I done 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 ain't even wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

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

My man and his wife he want me with the threesome
tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

Dallas been up in you favorite star's
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
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 wrong you?
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for like that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? 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 saying what I like or I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til shit's right
See baby boy I guns you know the big type
The kind might give you a 10 year fear of life

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

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this don't mean to disturb
Never to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and not from Pittsburgh

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