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On my Harlem niggas my BK
Back uptown Lennox ave
My on broadway all day, come 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 that hit that, love the way I spit
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 flip for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one in a ditch came with 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
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 rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

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

go another route
Kidnap your family your brother eat your mother out
After I dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to out, you don't give a fuck about 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 like but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

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

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you 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 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 give you a 10 year fear of life

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

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

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