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

Aye yo, you the way I rep black 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 cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit back school 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 with a
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me girls sending me kicks
Been in shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin 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
on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
Grinning and how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the 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 high rise see if you can sky
bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it stadium uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed
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 wait now I'm set

go another route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat your 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 nothing to do it
I know you pack that but Cam why you act like 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 and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Nieta

Don't fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon
Or the boots jumping out to act cool
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

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

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

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong with
that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas like
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 look up a gat got you shook up 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 I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The kind might give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm with the crack
I get pure coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole dead
Light this herb mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know and they not from Pittsburgh

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