[Mr. Cheeks]
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You know the life situations, hard times of deep conversations
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Beef in the streets, eliminations
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Shit gets iller, it's mad bullshit us niggas go through
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They hate us, being broke and gettin dough too
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Well let me show you, niggas how I feel when I'm singin
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Ya niggas be constantly O.D.'ing
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You can't show them crackers love, yo they love to take advantage
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Keep actin like ya black watch where ya land bitch
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A word from the wise, you know us
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The late street slummers
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We creep on you with rentals, no hummers
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We celebrate the summers, burn trees sit up on the bench
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Against the fench, watchin tournaments
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These niggas know the scene, niggas roll dice for the green
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Bitches the more ice the mean
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Keep the cars shining, these love the creep thru the actional
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And that the hood the fuckin main attraction
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The hot bitches and niggas ayo we all make it happen
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Sword sellin drugs are workin hard, we all rappin
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Hope you recognize the realism, that I'm spittin
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Not the hardest rap artist, but I'm hittin
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Put the Gennus to my lip take a sip of it
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Light my L, write my rhyme watch how I flip the shit
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Ayo ya niggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit
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A move along with you bullshit
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Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel
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You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down
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You can't hold us down, You can't fuck around
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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I creep the streets with my sounds blastin from the get up
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Lay back confortable, why the fuck sit up
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Rims shining, ordinary guy, makin cheddar
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Life for me and wifey and for the kid it's more better
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Better school and yo niggas makin better more
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Like some old addition listen kid, cheddar roots
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Kid you feelin me, these rap niggas killin me
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Shit my team thru police they be drillin me
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Niggas thrillin me, I shine like the diamond
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For real a fuckin wit you money kid I'm only rhymin
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But if you wanna get it on, yo we can do it
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Any business that's mine yo I'm steppin to it
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Livin life with no fear
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My teams got my back and my rear
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Niggas if you want me, I'm right here
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Talkin out ya mouth, runnin out with gems and cant win
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These DJ's makin tapes and can't spin
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These rap niggas, makin money but they really trash
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Niggas frontin like they want Parelli ass
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Aiyo I pass, I'd rather listen to some R&B
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Some hot shit maybe starrin me
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Chorus 2X
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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It seems that my minds playin games on me
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Police stay harass try to throw the chains on me
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And try to warn me once I got up inside the game
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Niggas told me that shit would never be the same
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Niggas chains what money comes around the set
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Niggas told me though so a nigga wont forget
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Where I came from, you know the fuckin scoop
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Police hate to see us cats when we on the stoop
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Know the best, are whips caught sword in the chest
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Knowin that we enter murder, money and the sex
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Drugs, fuck with honeys who be hustlin for cheddar
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They only out to make it better
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Startin where it comes from
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We used to sell those drums too
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We represent the slums boo
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How we do basically no doubt, LB Fam IV Life, yo we out
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Chorus 2X
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Can't Hold Us Down
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| Lost Boyz |
