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Mr. Cheeks

Unanimous Decision

 

Unanimous Decision

(album: John P. Kelly - 2001)


Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, ?Got me shit, to help me spit with?
Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes
Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes

Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager
Say, ?I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha?
I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things
Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came

Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walking
You repping Queens nigga, I'm repping East New York
We keep the blunts sparking keep all the bitches talking
Stop all the yapping nigga, before you in a coffin

Yo why you starting Cheeks and then I stop to cough
On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face
Up in the club flossing with Dave Chanel
I just met him but I be tossing

Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it
With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas
They think they doing them, they really doing me
They think they doing R O L Q L E

They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight
Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White
It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time
No doubt you getting burned, you need to learn to rhyme

Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothing funny nigga
We rocking gold fronts way before cash money nigga
The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm
You thought G was gone and now you see it's on

I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em
I'm holding down my G's we need to get to doing
I got these kids growing, at least they right behind me
I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me

Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate
No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate
It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hating us
Who pushing us back to back, who skating us

On twenty inches now, with my tens down
I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now
I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me
You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me

Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me
I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me
Niggas know how I get down, how I do
I know I bit off more than I could fucking chew

Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga
Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu
The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together
Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather

That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn
Once again shit is on, can we gone
C'mon, c'mon

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