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

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

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend me kick that
Get sit back school 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 flicks sending me kicks
Been in some had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin a stich
End in a so yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight on the ask Dominican Rich

Winning and eating on cinnamon grits
and shit how a nigga 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 take you on top of a high see if you can sky dive
I'll it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed
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 route
Kidnap your family make your eat your 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 even true it
I see your man like umm nothing to do with it
I know you like that but Cam why you act like that
Shut up 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 throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

Don't ever fuck around with the cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
never lease 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down with the
Niggas tease 'em bitches 'em
When I'm out of town yo my got a crease in 'em
All valid never hard mallet

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

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

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

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

And I was just y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
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 but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not Pittsburgh

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