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On my niggas my BK niggas
uptown baby 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 and chest check respect that
Any girl I met hit that, love the way I spit that
I kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

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

When the Begin with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I been in a chick
Eight on the dope ask Dominican

Winning and eating 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 you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

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

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

I'm through it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm to do with it
I know you like that but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

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

My man and his wife he want me with the threesome
Niggas 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

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

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

cook up the crack, cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe 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 I dislike
But get the out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I guns you know the big type
The kind might give you a 10 year fear of life

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

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

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