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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back 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 and chest check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, the way I spit that
I don't kit kat your wig back, get you shit 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 came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me 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 dope ask Dominican

Winning and eating on cinnamon grits
and shit how a nigga spin 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 tinted I did bys
Now I take you on top of a high see if you can sky dive
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
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 you want it you got it bet
leave your momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

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

I'm through wit' it your crew even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you pack like 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 and blue like a pair of pennys
me and betha throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

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

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

Dallas been up in you favorite star's
Coward bite on my like Marv Albert
But you thank un though 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 gotta be rhythming for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you what you do
Tell these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo up the crack, cook up the crack
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 up in check on this work of the rap

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

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

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

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