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On my Harlem my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox ave
My oyas on all day, come on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest respect that
Any I met that 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 have me that
Get that sit back school skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

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

Winning and rich eating on grits
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 I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed
I got dudes that'll jiggle 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

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

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
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

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

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

My man and his wife he want me down with the
Niggas '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 on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un though made you run though
Been at front door gun hold for fun though

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

Aiyyo up the crack, cook up the crack
Every time you up a gat got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe I had put in the back
I the hook 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 face 'til your shit's
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big
The kind that give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just y'all flippin' hundred 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 Columbian cats

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

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