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[Mr. Cheeks]
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What's ya niggas thinkin?
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Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?
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Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin
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You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd out
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I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin
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And I'm gettin smoked out
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Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits
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Takin shorts from no midgets
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My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status
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I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest
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Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad
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See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent
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Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come through
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Represent the slum too
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Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs
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Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin
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Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin
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Who you tellin?
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Chorus 2X:
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It's a New York City War Call for you all
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Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war
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A midnight special billy New York call
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So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Cheese and henny got me lifty
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I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy
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Shorty got my back, when niggas acting shifty
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Spazzin when she's with me
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Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get me
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Shows and proves and she moves swiftly
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Yo, take Atlantic City trips
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While niggas backin no hood round they lips
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My team is stackin chips
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We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed
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Tight a part mister rest ahead
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That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up
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We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up
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These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick
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I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits
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I'm headin forwar, push my pedal all away
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Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play
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To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on
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Aiyo, let's all sing along
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Chorus 2X
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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I love this New York City life, we give and take some
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You got a chance to get this cheddar nigga, make some
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The only muthafucka way to go, is gettin dough
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You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow
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These niggas know about my rap capabilities
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I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities
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And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit
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Love to talk shit, I'm on that Queens, New York shit
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That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation
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My hot skills, help me build my foundation
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Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge
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To my niggas Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge
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But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play
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Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day
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Let the henny stay, many say, let it go
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You feelin that you got game nigga, bet it yo
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Chorus 2X
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New York City War Call
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| Lost Boyz |
