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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown Lennox ave
My oyas on broadway all day, on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check that
Any girl I met hit that, love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend me kick that
Get that sit back 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 with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks girls me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a

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 in a chick
Eight on the dope ask Rich

Winning and rich eating on grits
Grinning and shit how a spin in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
in it BB's 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 it to you at your local gymnasium
How the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

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

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true wit' it
I see your man he's umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack 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 black and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his he want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em bitches 'em
I'm out of town yo my pants 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 coulda you run though
Been at your door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck them B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, aight it}

Aiyyo up the crack, cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up huh
Look in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the
I want the hook up in on this work of the rap

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

And I was just like flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the
I get pure white coke from cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your brain dead
Light this herb don't to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from

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