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On my niggas my BK niggas
Back uptown baby 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 chest respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I that
I don't kit kat push wig back, get you shit snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
how to flip pack for the big stacks 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 girls me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a

the [Incomprehensible] Begin 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
on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and 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 I did drive 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, it yankees stadium uh

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

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true 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
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
me and betha 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 me down with the threesome
tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never mallet

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong you?
Fuck that it's not a
Yo, you ain't gotta be for niggas like that
Man fuck them 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 check on work of the rap

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

And I was just like y'all flippin' 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 mean to disturb
been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from

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