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

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
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 came 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

the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
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 Rich

Winning and eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
in it BB's kinted 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 local gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed
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 route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat mother out
After I done dug her out to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true it
I see man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
Shut up 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 Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

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

My man and his he want me down with the threesome
Niggas 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my got a crease in 'em
All valid never hard mallet

Dallas been up in you star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
But you should thank un though made you run though
Been at your door gun hold for fun though

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

cook up the crack, cook up the crack
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 on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like or I dislike
But get the fuck out my 'til your shit's right
See boy I carry guns you know the big type
The that might give you a 10 year fear of life

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

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

No rapping or ostriches
kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey we pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go