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A yo, you love the way I rep. Black, step the F. Back, Before I have a gun and chest chat, Respect that, any girl I met that, Hit that, love the way I spit that, I don't kid cat, push your wig back, Get your shit smacked, get your ribs cracked, Got a fronting habbit, kick that, get that, Sit back, school shit, skip that, Learn how to flip packs For big stacks and the big AC.'s, Now I got the big gats, Click! Clack! Ah.! Since day one, been in a ditch, kin with a snitch, Now I'm in a pen & a mix, Friends sending me flicks, Girls sending me kicks, been in some shit, Had to tap a chin with a fist, Pull the banga out and blow 'em, Began with a stitch, end with a kiss, C.O. 's, so I blanked in a miss, Now a day don't go by I'm not bending a chic, 8 1/2 on the dope ask dominican rich, Winning and rich, eating on cinnamon grits, Grinning and shit, how a nigga spinning the six, Yah they all say v12, but you see me with it, T. V.'s in it, B. B., kitted, Ask who it is, you see we tinted, I did drive by's, Now I take you on top of a high rise, See if you could sky dive, I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium, How about the palladium, fuck-it yankee stadium, Ah Played people, jumped up and sprayed people, I got dullas that'll jigg you with a aids needle, You not a threat, you want it, you got a bet, I leave your momma and your poppa wet, Nigga when I'm upset, I'll go another route, Kidnapp your family, Make your brother eat your mother out, After I done dug her out, Needles to drug her out, pillows to smuther out, You, I don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about, I grew with it, your crew ain't even true with it, I seen your man, he like nothing to do with it, I know you pack like that, But Cam, why you act like that, Shut-up nigga, clack-clack-clack, Pap-pap-pap, rat-tat-tat, Prepare for envy, nigga I'm not in fear on any, I'll leave you black and blue like a pair of pennies, While me and Betha, Throw fiesta's, by la marueta, Chiquita, monero, nieta, Don't ever fuck with the don's cheddar, See Jimmy Jones fronting in the choncleta's, Or the black boots, jumping out the AC. coupe, Cars never leas'em, girls gees'em, My man mad his wifey want me down with the threesome, Niggas teas'em, bitches pleas'em, When I'm out of town, Yo my pants got a creas'em, All cars valid, never hard milage to Dallas, Ran-up in your favorite star, status, Corward, bite on my hoe's like Marv Albert, But you should thank Un though, Could've mad you run though, Been at your front door, gun ho, for fun yo. A yo, I'm crooked in fact, cook-up the crack, Everytime you look-up a gat, got you shock-up a tat, Ha, look in the back, Nah, the guns I had put in the back, A want the hood-up & chat, on this book of the rap, Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike, But get the fuck out my face, 'til your shits right, See baby boy I carry guns you know the big type, The kind that might give you a ten year bid like, And I was just like ya'll flipping hundred packs, But now a days, I'm the owner, you a running back, You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack, I get pure white coke from Columbian cats, Off the cocaine plant, leave you whole brain damp, Like this erb, don't mean to disturb, Never been to Sesame Street, But I'll flip a Big Bird, And I know Steelers, and they not from Pittsburgh, No kids rapping or ostrages, Just kidnapping and hostages, So ya'll better obey, we shoot the pro way, Mess with us, no way, now go head, go play.