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Verse 1
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Verse 2
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 your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
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 shit
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
You see me tinted
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
G
Em
Fuck it Yankees Stadium uhh
Play people,
jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jigg you with
a AIDS needle
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma
and your poppa wet
Kidnap your family make you brother
eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about,
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like
umm 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 Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don't ever fuck 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
with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em
Bitches 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 stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Verse 3
the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it's not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta
be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas B
Guy- Yo, you know what you do
Cam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal
Cam- Aight check it
Verse 4
Everytime 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
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face
til' your shit'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
Bm
Em
And I was just like y'all flippin'
hundred pack
But nowadays I'm a owner
and you're a runningback
You got to understand baby
I'm done with the crack
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey
We shoot pro way
Mess with us no way
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