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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freaky Tah
Vocals
Mr. Cheeks
Vocals
Pretty Lou
Vocals
Sprigg Nice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mr. Cheeks
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, LB fam, finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Wanna shout out to the uptown, you know what I mean?
Word up
[Verse 2]
MCA, this is how we do it everyday
Me and Freaky Tah, hah, Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down, representin', so this is how it go
Let me let you know how it be in the G-H-E, double T-O
My name Ho, let me run it down the line, hey
And if you hear a mistake, rewind
[Verse 3]
Whose the best? Whose the worst in this here rap game? (Uh huh)
For those that claim to be the best, I tear 'em out the frame
I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map (You wear)
Double springs with some baggy jeans when I rap (Uh huh)
Come up with the style (Style), and they conversital (Word)
Don't treat me like no lame, I been in this game for a while (Uh huh)
I seen a lotta come (Uh huh), I seen a lotta go (Uh huh)
I seen a lotta break (Eh, yo), I seen a lotta blow, eh yo
It's a trip to see your **** slip (Yo), get a grip, ****, ****, get a grip
(You don' even) You don't even know the half of my crew to be talkin'
What you talkin' and to act like you do, yo' set it
You fuckin' crossed my line and hit the border, LB fam start attackin'
Someone's actin' outta order
Put on your leather gloves and hats and get your pits and bats
And get the Gats, just in case you take it to the stacks
[Verse 4]
Shout out to the Jeeps, the Lex Coupes, the Bimaz & the Benz
To all o' my ladies and my mens (Huh?), and all of my peoples in the pen
(My man) Keep your head up, and to the hoods, east-coast, west-coast
And worldwide, ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lie
And if you're with me, let me hear you say, "Right" (Never, never)
(Never days)
[Verse 5]
**** frontin' like they ill (Check this cat), now bustin' caps
Ain't got a motherfuckin' thing to do but showin' skills
Recognize, ****, what you frontin' for, I know you scam
You never hit a blunt before, or you're just another in the race
Fakin' Gats, takin' up space, to me you're nothin' but a needle
In the haystack, listen kid, I been doin' this here for ways back
In the day, ace deuce tres, oh, at the best, up to Zimbabwe, hey
Whose the best, I want the best to come test me
So I can release some stress from my test, G
Is you down (To what?) to go pound-for-pound? (Shut up)
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round (Hah)
I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain
Wasn't confusin' till your brain
[Verse 6]
Shout out to the Jeeps, it's the Lex Coupes, the Bimaz & the Benz
To all o' my ladies and my mens, and all of my peoples in the pens
Keep your head up, and to the hoods, east-coast, west-coast
And worldwide, ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lie
And if you're with me, let me hear you say, "Right"
[Verse 7]
Keep the shit alive for the year nine five
I got more **** in my tribe than there's bees in the beehive
LB fam, everyday stay high, Mr. Cheeks, everyday I
Concentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait
Before it's too fuckin' late, the Lost Boyz, yeah, that's who I needs with
That's who I runs with, who I smoke trees with
Pack your bags, head outta town, I'll be back around
So I'll be gone before sundown
From today there comes a **** named Jeeks with techniques
For the streets off a rough-neck beast
There's rumors goin' around about the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the mother fucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna, do what you gotta, but let me tell you somethin'
Man, you can't do me nadda
[Verse 8]
Shout out to the Jeeps, the Lex Coupes, the Bimaz & the Benz
To all o' my ladies and my mens, and all of my peoples in the pens
You keep your head up, and to the hoods, east-coast, west-coast
And worldwide, ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lie
And if you're with me, let me hear you say, "Right, right, right"
[Verse 9]
It's to the Jeeps, the Lex Coupes, the Bimaz & the Benz
To all o' my ladies and my mens, and all of my peoples in the pens
Keep your head up, and to the hoods, east-coast, west-coast
And worldwide, ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lie
Written by: Terrence Kelly