Woo
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 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