Woo - 357 Lyrics

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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 shit snatched

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 click clack uhh

Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch

Now I'm in the pen in the mix friends sendin' me flicks

Girls sendin' me kicks

Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] begin with a stich

End wit a kiss so yo so I blend in the mix

Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick

8 an' a half when the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winnin' and rich eatin' on cinnamon grits

Grinnin' and shit how a nigga spin in 6

See they all see the 12 but you see me in it

TV's in it BBs 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 fuck it Yankees stadium

Played 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

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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 fuck about or wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it

I see your man he's like nothin' 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

By alma queta 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 girls tease 'em

My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome

Niggas tease 'em bitches please 'em

When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease '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 coulda made you run though

Been at your front door gun hold for fun though

Yo yo yo yo

What's up?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fuck that it's not a game

Yo you ain't gotta be rythmin' for niggas like that

Man fuck them niggas B

Yo you know what you do

What?

Tell these niggas the real deal

Aight check it

Aiyyo I'm quicker than that 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 sayin' what I like 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

And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack

But nowadays I'm the only you a runnin' back

You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack

I get pure white coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plane leave your whole brain dead

Light this herb don't mean to disturb

Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird

And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh

No kids rappin' or ostriches

Just kidnapings and hostages

So y'all better obey we shoot the pro way

Mess with us no way now go 'head go play

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