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

Aye yo, you love the way I rep step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me that
Get that sit back 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 shit had to tap a chin with a fist

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

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

Play 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
I'll leave momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

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

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act that
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore envy I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and like a pair of pennys
me and betha throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

Don't ever fuck around with the cheddar
See Jimmy fronting in the jon cletta
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars lease 'em girls tease 'em

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

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

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

Aiyyo cook up the crack, 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 like or what I
But get the fuck out my 'til your shit's right
See boy I carry 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 you a running back
You got to baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan your whole brain dead
Light herb don't 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
kidnapings and hostages
So, better obey we shoot pro way
Mess us no way now go 'head go play