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

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

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit back school skip that
Learn how to flip for the big stacks 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 had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a
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 ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on grits
and shit how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve 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 that'll jiggle with the A's legal
You not a you want it you got it bet
I'll leave momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

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

I'm through it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see man he's like umm nothing 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 like a of pennys
me and betha throw fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

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

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

Dallas up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
But you should un though coulda made you run though
at your front door 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 rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
What? these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

cook up the crack, cook up the crack
Every time you 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 on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you the big type
The kind might give you a 10 year 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 coke from Columbian cats

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

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