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On my Harlem my BK niggas
uptown baby Lennox 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 check respect that
Any girl I met 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 have me that
Get sit back school shit 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 been in a ditch came a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the Begin with a stich
End in a so yo so I blend 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 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 high see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play 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 momma and your wet nigga wait now I'm set

go another route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat your out
After I dug her out needles 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 even wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
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 nigga and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

Don't ever around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones 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
tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

Dallas been up in you star's stlyus
bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un though coulda made you run
Been at your front door gun 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 rhythming for like that
Man them niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo up the crack, cook up the crack
time you look 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 out my face 'til your shit's right
See boy I carry guns you know the big type
The that might give you a 10 year fear of life

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

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this herb don't mean to
been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and not from Pittsburgh

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