featuring Canibus A+ and Redman
Mr.Cheeks
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection
family is raged the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled
on point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten
all my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,
official Lost Boyz since the year of 86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,
at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking
Without blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pages
I'll rip you from the backyard of ? ...
--A+
A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes
Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,
knockin niggas three times my size out
The crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
the fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts
Who wanna fight son, I get dumb
word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run,
When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced
To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to
