Boys To Men


[Mr. Cheeks]

Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin death

Park side, Queen's niggaz represent

Long Isle, how we do? They new our style

Represent niggaz in and out the P now

Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while

I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo

Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this

Hey yo well back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town

where us real niggas love to get down

Where you only hear G and P finessin tracks up on the tape

We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin to escape

Yo Im havin cess', drinkin, I'm kickin raps and Emceein

LB for life, kid my way of bein

Its time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props

and fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops

Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past

Puffin on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass

Conversatin with myself, what does my future hold?

Niggaz is dyin, will i make it past 30 years old?

I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done

What the fuck's the deal? I been doin this here from day one

Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death

Until I breathe my mothafuckin last breath

Chorus: Mr. Cheeks {2X}

Eh yo from boyz to men

We're strictly Fam, no longer friends

Lets keep it thorough, I hold it down till its on again

Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again

I'm tryin to make it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again


Check this out

Yo, yo

My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year

Three times its likely to feel clear

A+, I transform into a super emcee

With super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth

The whole truth nothin but the whole truth, I roast you

Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Shanobal

The double O, just abide nuclear explosions

Exposin radiation like a vulcan

I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye

was stolen by five soviet spies

They told me to lie, they dont