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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown baby ave
My oyas on all day, come 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 hit that, love the way I spit that
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

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

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin a stich
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 dope ask Dominican

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a 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 tinted I did bys
Now I you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

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

go another route
Kidnap your family make your eat your mother out
After I done dug her out 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 true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you like that 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 Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't ever fuck around with the don's
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars lease 'em girls tease 'em

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

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the is wrong with you?
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't be rhythming for niggas like that
Man them niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, aight 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, nahthe 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 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of

And I was like y'all flippin' 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 coke from Columbian

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

No kids rapping or
Just kidnapings and
So, y'all obey we shoot pro way
Mess us no way now go 'head go play