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Mr. Cheeks - Supposed To lyrics
f/ Floetry * send corrections to the typist New York City Whats Going On What you been up too Yeah I know Bunch a niggaz nunning around with throw-backs and fitteds on Niggaz know who started the game man You know once niggaz start doin you You got to do something else Ya know what I'm saying Do bigger better things Switch lanes with big and better rings on niggaz Big nigga shit Fuck em Yeah Aiyyo [Verse 1] Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep L-B-N-Y-G your local heat clappers Pass the pill man I'm fillin ill I'm sick of all you cheap rappers Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass I put ya bitch niggaz on from the start yo Plus I am the wizard that gave you your heart so I bust a few shots off all ya get still I run this shit motherfuckers you just lives here Never wanted problems it wasn't necessary But I'm a bury niggaz quick fast in a hurry These fuckers think I'm something sweet because I love the women Ok these niggaz want problems its problems that I'm giving The crack started us off the hook and don't look for trouble This lifestyle I live it we give it to you double [Chorus] The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with Tote my slang with lets give that dude the same shit The guns pop off of those that come to close to The fam niggaz track you strike back, yo we supposed to The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with Tote my slang with shit give that dude the same shit The guns pop off of those that come to close to The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to [Verse 2] Aiyyo These new niggaz run around like they been done it You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted I gotta team in every borough New York nigga Watch how you talk, watch where you walk nigga These jumps wear their steak suits so lets eat ‘em up They ain't worth it because I let our bitches beat ‘em up Fuck the star shit I'm up in the bar with Cast a hustle of the prove we got muscle man Before you haters out there that can't see me Mad because your girlfriend bump my CD Your read easy live with your corny stash Or get gun up when we run up on your corny ass Back up off us nigga you the softest Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers Flash back shell-toe thick strings and jewelery RIP to Freaky-Tah Mike and Cooly-B [Chorus] [Verse 3] I keeps a Yankee fitted on tracks is spitted on I have no problems showing mine we can get it on Its never hate believe me its strictly fact yo Your corny rap flow match your corny rap show Shine ahead niggaz time to get niggaz How y'all coming with that bullshit you spit niggaz Take a time out you really not moving nothing Killing me with your fronting like your moving something To them so called friends of mine that gayed out You niggaz played out I'm glad you niggaz stayed out Fuck the crab shit the best of friends is living well I know you niggaz see me doing me I'm giving hell Pass the mic crew never did like you Getting comfortable niggaz ain't invite you You lame niggaz I'm as hot as a flame niggaz You know why I'm in this game niggaz [Chorus] [Verse 4: Floetry] This cowards walking with a complex here We drop him so quick we from the crib to the film set Ain't nothing new about the soul or new about your flow If you want your stripes you got to earn them yo This goes out to you and you and you And if you feel it in your heart yo it must be true Walk how you walk and do what you do Live while you live we're the proof so we're supposed to [Chorus] |
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