[Mr. Cheeks]

It's time to show minds once again

Bunch of friends, yo shit here will never end

So top tennin all niggas locked in pen

One, we come thru we shit we done shit

Know how we roll, quiet storm in a bitch

Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips

Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine, 

nigga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on

My shit is like a piece of pussy and hit it long

Far from the none, the hot shit to bring the storm

Daddy, me and my team we perform like the caddy

Keep the chicks with the fat fatties, and we keep the L's burnin

Still showin skills and we keep the wheels turning

Yo, South Jamaica Queens veteran

LB IV Life, be my tack two better than



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Fuck niggas who dislike me

Aiyo talkin that shit, about ya mouth don't excite me

All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g

Disrespect me, we don't take lightly

All ya niggas who dislike me

Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me

All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g

Disrespect me, we don't take lightly



[Mr. Cheeks]

Everything I write is hot

Once had beef with this nigga called Writer's Block

Niggas mad, cuz I do what I gotta do

Don't turn ya back, cuz on the real I made a lot of U

I hit these niggas with the hot shit, why not?

Supply my label with the hot shit, that I got

These peoples try to hold me back, they try to fuck with me

I just write another shit, can my love be

These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound

But once those niggas outta town, yo shit storm now

We hear that shit, yo it only makes us hotter

The bad motherfuckin niggas got up

Up in the whip, yo these niggas on the payroll

We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say hoe

Yo my shit is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers

While I take the shit to different stages



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[Mr. Cheeks]

In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice

I think about this bad bitch I only hit twice

My underworld, it still spins like the wheels in

No matter what, I'mma still show the skills in

You can't stop me, from gettin shit can't fuck around kid

Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break

All them fake whos that fake moves

Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views

Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene

They help me spit that hot shit get the nine mean

While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising

Aiyo we still organizing, don't get shit twisted

Nigga came late kid, you missed it

Aiyo this style is unlisted

I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I'm blunted true

Give up the house, car, career, and run it too

Yeah you said give up the house, car, career and run it too