[Mr. Cheeks]
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Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin death
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Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
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Long Isle, how we do? They new our style
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Represent niggaz in and out the P now
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Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
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I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo
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Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
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Hey yo well back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town
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where us real niggas love to get down
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Where you only hear G and P finessin tracks up on the tape
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We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin to escape
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Yo Im havin cess', drinkin, I'm kickin raps and Emceein
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LB for life, kid my way of bein
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Its time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props
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and fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops
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Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past
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Puffin on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass
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Conversatin with myself, what does my future hold?
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Niggaz is dyin, will i make it past 30 years old?
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I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done
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What the fuck's the deal? I been doin this here from day one
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Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death
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Until I breathe my mothafuckin last breath
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Chorus: Mr. Cheeks {2X}
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Eh yo from boyz to men
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We're strictly Fam, no longer friends
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Lets keep it thorough, I hold it down till its on again
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Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
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I'm tryin to make it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
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[A+]
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Check this out
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Yo, yo
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My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year
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Three times its likely to feel clear
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A+, I transform into a super emcee
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With super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth
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The whole truth nothin but the whole truth, I roast you
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Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Shanobal
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The double O, just abide nuclear explosions
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Exposin radiation like a vulcan
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I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye
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was stolen by five soviet spies
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They told me to lie, they dont want to hear the god spit
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Chop my hands off at the armpits but i regenerate limbs
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Like Star fish, comin at you with the hard shit
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Swallow my beeper and page myself so I can communicate with a dolphin
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Lyrical arson rush the planet like a million martians committin arson
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Walkin the tarpits in India with snake charmers that place all the weight
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down...
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[Canibus]
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Yo A+ fuck the nonsense
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I got the reinforcements
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To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand Horsemen
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And the hardest muthafucka on the market right here
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I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year
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Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy
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battling for world supremecy
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Who wanna get touched
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The CAN-I-BUS will crush you
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With hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles
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Ambushin emcees jumpin out the trees
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like Vietnamese in fatigues covered with leaves
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Interrogatin you wack emcees like MIB's with dark glasses
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Askin you to tell me exactly where that alien craft landed
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By flashing bright light in your eyes with those silver gamas
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So when you revive you cant recall or understand it
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Thats how the Canibus keeps tabs on the planet
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I use amnesia to neutralize public panic
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and take advantage of oppurtinites to do damage
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I pierce your heart with evil thoughts
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The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark
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With the jaws of a great white shark I rip you apart
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My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp
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Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
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with the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy
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in the back of his cranial cavity which is actually
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what happens to any motherfucker for tryin to battle me
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Chorus {2X}
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Boyz 2 Men
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| Canibus |
