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>Freaky Tah |
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verses Mr. Cheeks |
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Intro: |
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[Freaky Tah] |
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Everybody's buckin, don't give it a damn |
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everbody...everbody(echo) |
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Verse 1 |
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[Mr.Cheeks] |
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Straight from cop killer Queens |
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a juvenile named Jack >Jack |
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at the age of 17 >uh huh |
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yo this kid Jack started slingin crack >started slingin crack |
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he's on the road to riches >riches |
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baggin bitches >bitches |
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he's in clubs takin pitchers |
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drink your finger always into sess |
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his lifestyles buckwild honey child >yeah |
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got a shorty named Val >Val |
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she stays on the Isle >ahhh |
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he started slingin at the age of 17 >uhh huh |
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his hearts made of steel >eh yo |
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kid his minds full of green >full of green |
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he got his first ounce |
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made a grand 400 >hundred |
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3 bills to get fresh |
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he other bills to get blunted >to be blunted |
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and wit the letter G >G |
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he bought the letter O >O |
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next thing you know man |
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he's rakin in the dough >rakin in the dough |
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he put his people down |
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cuz say thats only right >aight |
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for dem to get keys |
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dem and dem is mad tight >is mad tight |
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set-up organation organize on the block>organize...block |
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nobody's slingin on the block |
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eh yo we got this block on lock |
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and it's the.... >huh |
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Chorus |
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Lifestyles of the rich & shameless >shameless |
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some die wit the name >wit the name |
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some die nameless >some die nameless |
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it's all the same game >It's on |
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it's all the same pain >It's on |
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it's all the same pain >It's On |
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it's all the same game >It's On |
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Verse 2 |
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The verse 2's |
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about this girl named Yvette >Vette |
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she lived out in Queens |
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pushed the red Corvette >Corvette |
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she's pumpin weight >uh huh |
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in and outta state >in and outta state |
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outta state license plate >eh yo |
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see her lifestyle is straight weight >hah |
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she's into lickin shots >yeah |
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stickin blocks gotta shorty on the team>uhh huh |
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shortie's into pickin locks |
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makin G's takin trips cross seas >seas |
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just enough to be flashin |
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cash they be stashin >hah |
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she's wit the cats >huh huh |
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they love packin gats >huh |
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bulletproof vest bulletproof baseball hats |
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her and the queens stay right gettin high too |
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Lex, Coups and Jeeps >ahh |
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got beeps can & lai brew >brew |
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it's all the same shame >huh |
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just a diffrent name >huh |
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shorty's sniffin cane >huh |
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just to maintain >huh |
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to a nice shorty rock O-D'd >shorty what who O-D's |
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bring me the chorus >shoulda chilled |
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pass me the weed >I would pass the weed |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3 |
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I used to hustle up on Linden in the van |
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me and my man did that thing hand in hand |
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20 bills up>huh<, plus a buck 20 sac >huh |
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but verse itt |
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time to rap but the fiends kept commin back |
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Im tryin to put my lifestyle in order >aight |
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the games mad deep |
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I keep my feet above the water >above the water |
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caught a bid got a wife and kid >huh |
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the name just burned in the flame >huh |
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so out the game I slid >slid |
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so now Im into makin hits wit my men >huh |
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I hustle wit my style >huh |
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cook up works wit my pen >true |
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Mr. Cheeks represent in the gutter >gutter |
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Freaky Tah gettin lai thats my brudda >thats my brudda |
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In the game >huh |
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and hit you in the brain >huh |
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and if I was cocaine >huh |
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believe it Im your main >huh |
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Tally up it's the Lost Boyz crew an |
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Freaky Tah, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou an.. |
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Chorus/Outr |
