Mr. Cheeks
Mr. Cheeks - Unanimous Decision songtekst
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Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with My nigga says, “Got me shit, to help me spit with” Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, “I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha” I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel I just met him but I be tossin' Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doin' them, they really doin' me They think they doin' R O L Q L E They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm You thought G was gone and now you see it's on I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I get down, how I do I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon