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

Aye yo, you the way I rep black 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 your wig back, get you shit

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me that
Get that sit back school skip that
Learn how to pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin 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 ain't been in a
Eight on the dope ask Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and shit how a spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
TV's in it 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
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

people jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's
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 route
Kidnap 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 about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even wit' it
I see man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack 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
While me and betha fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't ever around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
Or the black boots out to act cool
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

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

Dallas been up in you favorite stlyus
bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should un though coulda made you run though
at your front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is with you?
Fuck that not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be 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, up the crack
Every time you 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 I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face your shit's right
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year of life

And I was just like y'all hundred 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 to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know and they not from Pittsburgh

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