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Broadway Calls At The End

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

is OCS callin for Dexter Mills Dexter, we have work for you on Monday mornin At our Banana Republic, on Broadway and Spring Street in Lower Manhattan You are to be there at

at your boy I got it all day, in the hallway On Broadway - holla at your boy Sick of that blow up, gettin stepped on Nigga come on home - holla at your

friends with benefits When the freaking began That's the end of the innocence Speaking o' innocence Baby, I can remember when I never used to call you

I knew you niggaz would be back See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean? Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man Stop fuckin' with them punk

Wingo Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne They call

raise it up 'cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end Because it must, and when it does, I hope that y'all remember me Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway

Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan License plates reads, "K O O L G R A P" Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous And

love me again .. they love me again Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary Rain grey skies, seems at the end