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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend 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 ditch came with a
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a

When the Begin 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 Rich

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
and shit 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 I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky
bring 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 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

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

I'm through it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you 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 this of the rap

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

And I was just like y'all flippin' 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 plan leave your whole dead
Light this herb don't mean to
Never been to 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 obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go go play