End in a kiss so yo so I blend in the mix
Never been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
Friends sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Look in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the back
Dallas been up in you favorite star's stlyus
I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
I'll go another route
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
See they all see the twelve but you see me in it
My oyas on broadway all day, come on
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
Winning and rich eating on cinnamon grits
So, y'all better obey we shoot pro way
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set
Get that sit back school shit skip that
Been at your front door gun hold for fun though
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta
Now I got the big gats click, clack, uh
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up attack huh
TV's in it BB's kinted ask who it is
Kidnap your family make your brother eat your mother out
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas like that
Grinning and shit how a nigga spin in six
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw fiestas
After I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know what you do
Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain dead
I want the hook up in check on this work of the rap
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk about
When the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
Shut up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat
Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Light this herb don't mean to disturb
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a fist
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
But you should thank un though coulda made you run though
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big type
No kids rapping or ostriches
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
My man and his wife he want me down with the threesome
Don't ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the crack
Or the black boots jumping out to act cool
Just kidnapings and hostages
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh
Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
You see me tinted I did drive bys
Fuck that it's not a game
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit that
Put fear 'fore envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
All calls valid never hard mallet
Aye yo, you love the way I rep black step the F back
Niggas tease 'em bitches please 'em
Play people jumped up and sprayed people
Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Learn how to flip pack for the big stacks and the big act
{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong with you?
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, aight check it}
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
You not a threat you want it you got it bet
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
But nowadays I'm the only you a running back
Eight on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Cars never lease 'em girls tease 'em
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
