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What up on my Harlem niggas, my BK niggas
Back uptown baby Lennox Ave
My Oyas on Broadway all day

Aye yo you love the way I rep black step the F back
Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat push your wig back

Get you s*** snatched, get your ribs cracked
Got a friend have me kick that get that sit back
School s*** skip that learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks and the big act
Now, I got the big gats click, clack

Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Now, I'm in the pen in the mix friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks been in some s***
Had to tap a chin with a fist when the [Incomprehensible]
Begin with a stitch end in a kiss so yo so I blend in the mix

Now, a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half when the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and s*** how a nigga spin in 6

See they all see the 12 but you see me in it
TVs in it BB's kinted ask who it is
You see me tinted I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the Palladium f*** it Yankees stadium

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

Nigga wait now I'm set, I'll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out you don't give a f*** about
Un would've talk about

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

Put fear 'fore envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of Penny's
While me and Betha, throw fiestas
By alma queta, Chicqueta, Monero, Nieta

Don't ever f*** around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots jumpin' out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em, girls lease 'em

My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em, b****** please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never hard mallet

Dallas, been up in you favorite star's stylus
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though could a made you run though
Been at your front door gun hold for fun though

Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's up?
What the f*** is wrong with you
F*** that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin' for niggas like that
Man f*** them niggas B
Yo, you know what you do
What?
Tell these niggas the real deal
Alright check it

Aiy yo I'm took up the crack cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up attack, huh
Look in the back, nah the guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
But get the f*** out my face till' your s***'s right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life

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

Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead light
Tthis herb don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird

And I know stealer's and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go play