[Mr. Cheeks]   It's time to show minds once again   Bunch of friends, yo shit here will never end   So top tennin all niggas locked in pen   One, we come thru we shit we done shit   Know how we roll, quiet storm in a bitch   Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips   Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine,    nigga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on   My shit is like a piece of pussy and hit it long   Far from the none, the hot shit to bring the storm   Daddy, me and my team we perform like the caddy   Keep the chicks with the fat fatties, and we keep the L's burnin   Still showin skills and we keep the wheels turning   Yo, South Jamaica Queens veteran   LB IV Life, be my tack two better than      Chorus:   Fuck niggas who dislike me   Aiyo talkin that shit, about ya mouth don't excite me   All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g   Disrespect me, we don't take lightly   All ya niggas who dislike me   Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me   All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g   Disrespect me, we don't take lightly      [Mr. Cheeks]   Everything I write is hot   Once had beef with this nigga called Writer's Block   Niggas mad, 'cause I do what I gotta do   Don't turn ya back, 'cause on the real I made a lot of U   I hit these niggas with the hot shit, why not?   Supply my label with the hot shit, that I got   These peoples try to hold me back, they try to fuck with me   I just write another shit, can my love be   These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound   But once those niggas outta town, yo shit storm now   We hear that shit, yo it only makes us hotter   The bad motherfuckin niggas got up   Up in the whip, yo these niggas on the payroll   We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say hoe   Yo my shit is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers   While I take the shit to different stages      Chorus      [Mr. Cheeks]   In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice   I think about this bad bitch I only hit twice   My underworld, it still spins like the wheels in   No matter what, I'mma still show the skills in   You can't stop me, from gettin shit can't fuck around kid   Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break   All them fake whos that fake moves   Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views   Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene   They help me spit that hot shit get the nine mean   While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising   Aiyo we still organizing, don't get shit twisted   Nigga came late kid, you missed it   Aiyo this style is unlisted   I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I'm blunted true   Give up the house, car, career, and run it too   Yeah you said give up the house, car, career and run it too