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On my niggas my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox ave
My oyas on all day, come 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, the way I spit that
I don't kit kat push wig back, get you shit snatched

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

When the [Incomprehensible] 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
Eight on the dope ask Dominican

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a nigga in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
TV's in it BB's ask who it is

You see me I did drive 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 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

Play people 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 nigga now I'm set

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

I'm through wit' it your crew even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you pack like 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 fuck with the don's cheddar
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars lease 'em girls tease 'em

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

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

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

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

Now I'm not saying I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my 'til your shit's right
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 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 Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this herb don't mean to
Never to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know and they not from Pittsburgh

No kids rapping or
Just and hostages
So, y'all better obey we pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go