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What up on my Harlem niggas |
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My BK niggas |
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Back uptown baby |
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Lennox Ave. |
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My Oyas on Broadway all day |
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Aye yo you love the way I rep black |
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Step the f back |
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'Fore I bring out the guns |
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And chest check |
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Respect that |
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Any girl I met that |
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Hit that |
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Love the way I spit that |
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I don't kit kat |
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Push your wig back |
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Get you shit snatched |
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Get your ribs cracked |
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Got a friend |
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Have me kick that |
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Get that |
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Sit back |
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School shit skip that |
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Learn how to flip pack |
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For the big stacks |
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And the big act |
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Now I got the big gats |
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Click, clack, uhh |
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Since day one been in a ditch |
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Came with a snitch |
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Now I'm in the pen in the mix |
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Friends sending me flicks |
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Girls sending me kicks |
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Been in some shit |
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Had to tap a chin with a fist |
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When the ? |
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Begin with a stich |
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End in a kiss |
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So yo so I blend in the mix |
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Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick |
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8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich |
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Winning and rich |
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Eating on cinnamon grits |
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Grinning and shit |
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How a nigga spin in 6 |
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See they all see the 12 |
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But you see me in it |
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TVs in it |
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BBs kinted |
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Ask who it is |
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You see me tinted |
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I did drive-bys |
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Now I take you on top of a high rise |
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See if you can sky dive |
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I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium |
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How 'bout the Palladium |
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Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh |
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Play people |
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Jumped up and sprayed people |
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I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal |
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You not a threat |
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You want it you got it bet |
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I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet |
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Nigga wait now I'm set |
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I'll go another route |
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Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out |
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After I done dug her out |
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Needles to jug her out |
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Pillows to smother out |
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You don't give a fuck about |
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Un would've ? about |
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I'm through wit' it |
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Your crew ain't even true wit' it |
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I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it |
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I know you pack like that |
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But Cam why you act like that |
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SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack |
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Pat pat pat |
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Rat tat tat |
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Put fear 'fore envy |
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Nigga I'm not in fear of any |
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I'll leave a nigga black and blue |
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Like a pair of Pennys |
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While me and Betha |
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Throw fiestas |
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By alma queta |
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Chicqueta |
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Monero |
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Nieta |
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Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar |
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See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta |
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Or the black boots |
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Jumpin out to act cool |
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Cars never lease 'em |
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Girls ? 'em |
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My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome |
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Niggas tease 'em |
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Bitches please 'em |
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When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em |
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All calls valid |
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Never hard mallet |
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Dallas |
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Been up in you favorite star's stlyus |
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Coward |
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Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert |
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But you should thank Un though |
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Coulda made you run though |
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Been at your front door |
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Gun hold for fun though |
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[Guy] Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you |
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[Cam] Fuck that it's not a game |
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[Guy] Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that |
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[Cam] Man fuck them niggas B |
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[Guy] Yo, you know what you do |
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[Cam] What? |
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[Guy] Tell these niggas the real deal |
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[Cam] Aight check it |
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Aiyyo I'm ? |
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Cook up the crack |
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Everytime you look up a gat |
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Got you shook up attack huh |
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Look in the back, nah |
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The guns I had put in the back |
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I want the hook up in check |
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On this work of the rap |
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Now I'm not saying what I like |
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Or what I dislike |
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But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right |
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See baby boy I carry guns |
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You know the big type |
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The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life |
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And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack |
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But nowadays I'm the only |
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You a running back |
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You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack |
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I get pure white coke from Columbian cats |
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Or the cocaine plan |
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Leave your whole brain dead |
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Light this herb |
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Don't mean to disturb |
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Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird |
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And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh |
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No kids rapping or ostriches |
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Just kidnapings and hostages |
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So, y'all better obey |
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We shoot pro way |
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Mess with us no way |
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Now go 'head go play |
