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(Intro: Bink) Yo, you ready by there? All right, One Shot Deal Productions Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens LB FAM (Mr. Cheeks) YouknowhatI'msayin? Number one man bandit! Shout-outs to JB, can't forget my man J Mose Some of that Gangsta Flex, my man Sexy Flex moved out I can't forget my man JR, what, what Say no more, Scott, Big L, my man, what, WHAT Hahaha, it's all real, it's Lost Boyz baby This how we do now, back now, you on this here now (Mr. Cheeks) Yo, yo, yo a nigga like me is in this here rap game Niggaz actin like Mr. Cheeks ain't the same But first of all I make cash moves outta state And I can't help but if my shit is tryin to go platinum Lately, you see my team is X-rated Ah, the deal, peoples know how I feel I still love my family and friends Just because I'm bouncin in and out of state, and we collectin ends They think shit has change, like up the words Psst, this is some ex shit that sounds absurd I be spendin cash on everybody I know (I KNOW) So don't act like I know (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) This is how we do Represent for my fam and crew My man Bink got that shit that makes me smoke and drink We tickle bitches pink, bring the feathers Yeah everybody we know how we do Everyday we smoke, we drink the brew Bounce with the peoples that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 Everybody just know how we do Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew Bounce with the crews that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 (Mr. Cheeks) Yo, yo, yo my brothers Freaky Tah you be getting high And that's, no mother, fuckin lie Until the day I die, I'ma always puff lye Niggaz, take care of people, still some tough guys Yeah, yeah you right, I run with my mens We be in the caravan countin up the Trans kid Or sold the fifty dollar bill We be givin competition, your motherfuckin cheddar's Fuck what you wear, rap ain't about rappin about your clothes No wooly I suppose that you're ill Kid I gotta, see your skill, I got that shit to pay the rent and shit to pay the bills So yo, stop the maddest, my crews not the baddest I tuck em in the night craner, blood rollinWe can't fuck with no glasses... (SO YO, WHAT'S WITH THOSE SHORTIES YO YO THOSE CORNERS & THOSE

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