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Lyrics mr. cheeks |
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()freaky tah |
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Intro: mr.cheeks |
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Yeah |
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Lb fam finally up in this piece |
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Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin |
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Want a shout out to the uptown, know what sayin |
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Word up |
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Mca, this is how we do everyday |
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Me and freaky tah..hah |
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Pretty lou, my man, spigg nice |
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We be gettin' down representin |
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So this is how we go |
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Let me let you know, how |
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It be, in da, g-h-e, double t-o |
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Ryhme name ho |
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They be runnin' shit down the line |
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Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind |
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Verse one: |
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Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game |
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For those who claim to be the best |
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I tear them out the frame |
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I'm representin' puttin' queens on the map (you wear) |
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Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap |
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Come up with a style to make con-versital |
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Don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for awhile |
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I've seen alot ta come,(come) |
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I've seen alot a go(go), I've seen alot ta break |
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I've seen alot to blow, a yo |
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It's a trip to see a nigga slip |
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Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta |
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You don't even know the half of my crew |
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To be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew |
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Yo set it, you f**kin' crossed the line and hit the border |
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Lb fam start attacking some attacking outa order |
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Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats |
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And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks |
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Chorus: |
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Shout out to the jeeps, |
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It's the lex coups, bimas and the benz(and the benz) |
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To all my ladies and my men(my men) |
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To all my peoples in the pen(in the pen) |
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Keep your head up |
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And to the hoods(the hood) |
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East coast, west coast and world wide(world wide) |
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Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai(on lai) |
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And if you're with me let me hear you say "ri-ght" |
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Verse two: |
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Now a ... now... now a dayz |
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Niggaz frontin' like they ill(like they ill) |
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Now bustin' caps and got a muthaf**kin' |
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Things to do to show his skill |
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Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for |
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I know your style |
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You neva hit a blunt before |
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Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop) |
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Fakin' gats, takin' up space |
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To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack |
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Listen kid I've been doing this since way back |
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In the day, ace duce tre, at the best |
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Up to zimbobwae, hey |
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Whose the best, I want the best to come test me |
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So I can release some stress from my chest g |
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Is you down to go pound for pound, |
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Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round |
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I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain |
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Causin' confusion to your brain |
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Chorus |
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Verse three: |
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Keep the shit live for the year nine five |
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I got more niggaz in my tribe |
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Than theres beez in the bee hive |
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Lb fam everyday stay high |
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Mr. cheeks, everyday high |
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Consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait |
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Before it's too f**kin' late |
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The lost boyz, yeah that's who I be'z wit, |
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That's who I runs wit |
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Who I smoke treez wit |
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Pack your bags, head outta town, |
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I'll be back around so be gone before sundown |
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From jamaica comes a nigga named cheeks, |
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With techniques of the streets |
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Over rough neck beats |
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This room is going bounce about the cheeks cant remember |
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I'm the muthaf**ker choppin' crews like a chainsaw |
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Talk what you what ta |
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Do what you gotta |
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Well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda |
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Chorus |
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Outro |
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Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal |
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Wit the real deal street lif |
