()Freaky Tah

 Intro: Mr.Cheeks

 Yeah
 LB fam finally up in this piece
 Got my mans that put me on  you know what I'm sayin
 want a shout out to the Uptown  know what sayin
 Word up
 MCA  this is how we do everyday
 Me and Freaky Tah..hah
 pretty Lou  my man  Spigg Nice
 we be gettin' down representin
 so this is how we go
 let me let you know  how
 it be  in da  G H-E, double T-O
 ryhme name ho
 They be runnin' shit down the line
 hey, if you hear a mistake rewind

 Verse One:

 Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game
 for those who claim to be the best
 I tear them out the frame
 I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map (you wear)
 double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap
 Come up with a style to make con-versital
 don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for awhile
 I've seen alot ta come,(come)
 I've seen alot a go(go), I've seen alot ta break
 I've seen alot to blow, a yo
 It's a trip to see a nigga slip
 Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta
 You don't even know the half of my crew
 to be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew
 Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border
 LB fam start attacking some attacking outa order
 Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats
 and get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks

 Chorus:

 Shout out to the Jeeps,
 It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz(and the Benz)
 to all my ladies and my men(my men)
 to all my peoples in the pen(in the pen)
 keep your head up
 and to the hoods(the hood)
 East Coast, West Coast and World Wide(world wide)
 Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai(on lai)
 and if you're with me let me hear you say "Ri-ght"

 Verse Two:

 Now a ... Now... Now a dayz
 niggaz frontin' like they ill(like they ill)
 now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin'
 things to do to show his skill
 Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for
 I know your style
 you neva hit a blunt before
 Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop)
 fakin' gats, takin' up space
 to me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack
 listen kid I've been doing this since way back
 in the day, Ace Duce Tre, at the best
 up to Zimbobwae, hey
 whose the best, I want the best to come test me
 so I can release some stress from my chest G
 Is you down to go pound for pound,
 toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
 I'm wonderin' cuz I bring the thunder and the rain
 causin' confusion to your brain

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Keep the shit live for the year Nine Five
 I got more niggaz in my tribe
 than theres beez in the bee hive
 LB Fam everyday stay high
 Mr. Cheeks, everyday high
 consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait
 Before it's too fuckin' late
 The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be'z wit,
 that's who I runs wit
 who I smoke Treez wit
 Pack your bags, head outta town,
 I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
 From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks,
 with techniques of the streets
 over rough neck beats
 This room is going bounce about the Cheeks cant remember
 I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
 Talk what you what ta
 do what you gotta
 well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda

 Chorus

 Outro
 Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal
 wit the real deal street lif