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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a have me kick that
Get that sit back school shit skip
Learn how to pack 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 me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I been in a chick
Eight on the dope ask Dominican

Winning and rich eating on grits
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve 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 see if you can sky dive
I'll it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

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

I'll go another
Kidnap family make your brother eat your mother out
I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I 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 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 blue like a of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots 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 got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never hard

Dallas been up in you star's stlyus
Coward on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un though coulda 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?
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
What? Tell these the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up huh
Look in the back, nahthe 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 what I
But get the fuck out my face 'til shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big
The kind that give you a 10 year fear of life

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

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

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