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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Let's see these niggas gummin
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Since '86 we had the streets hummin
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I bet these niggas never seen it coming
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Every days a crisis
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Seems like paying dues, is paying prices
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It's time to show these niggas whose the nicest with
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these rap devices
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We keeps nothin but the chicks up in the cypher
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For ya suckers catchin this is the cypa
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Rumor sneakin, rise and shine
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Plus niggas count cheddar
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We see y'all niggas bouncin kid, but yet we bounce better
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On the stool, we drink again, let's rollin up the bat
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Freestyle a tracks, hit the party up and back
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Money comes in stacks, I guess we movin on up now
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So what's up now?
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Ghetto superstars, rhymes of the foreign year
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Should we be spittin and be hittin niggas par and there
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Basically my spills is vicious
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I push a '99 Savan, while you stand around and look suspicious
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Chorus 2X:
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We got that hot shit
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Straight from/of the block shit
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And when we rock kid
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We blow your spot kid
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[LG]
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Yo I was born to be a trouble maker
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That's what they said, I be in jail for gettin all this paper
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Or probaly dead niggas a hate ya, even chips will snake ya
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A little bread will make a motherfucka turn you in
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Right to the feds
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Try me and watch, get knocked, I'm lyin to cops
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Advance, born to bridick kept supplyin the spots
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All my niggas in the streets know
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I'm not the one, I pack a gun and let the heat blow
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It's deep though
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I want my whole team to see dough
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And even though we got to live with steel we heat po
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We gotta get it, I do this for fun
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I do this for my ones, I do this with guns
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So be neutral and run
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And in the process if I get knocked, fuck my pops
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Give my mom and seed all I got
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My loyalty is all I got from my family
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To hold it down and represent, it's just the man in me
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You feel me?
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Chorus 3X
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We Got That Hot Shit
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| Lost Boyz |
