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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown Lennox ave
My on broadway 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 your wig back, get you snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a have me kick that
Get that sit back shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big 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 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 ask Dominican Rich

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a nigga 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 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 your local
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

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

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even 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 envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a black and blue like a pair of pennys
me and betha throw fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

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

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

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong with
Fuck that it's not a
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know you do
What? Tell 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
in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the back
I the hook up in check on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like or I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The that 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 done the crack
I get pure white coke from cats

Or the plan 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 stealers and not from Pittsburgh

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