[Mr. Cheeks]
What's ya niggas thinkin?
Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?
Button
up your lip, your ship is sinkin
You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd
out
I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin
And I'm gettin smoked out
Scate
through the streets in whips crossin five digits
Takin shorts from no midgets
My style is
top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status
I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the
phattest
Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad
See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let
us get violent
Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come
through
Represent the slum too
Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my
Timbs
Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin
Make a little bread ya head is swellin
from the bullshit you sellin
Who you tellin?
Chorus 2X:
It's a New York City War
Call for you all
Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy
New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
Cheese
and henny got me lifty
I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy
Shorty got my back, when
niggas acting shifty
Spazzin when she's with me
Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get
me
Shows and proves and she moves swiftly
Yo, take Atlantic City trips
While niggas
backin no hood round they lips
My team is stackin chips
We push the hot whips, keep they
kids fed
Tight a part mister rest ahead
That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it
up
We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up
These tattoos on my body, it's
no gimmick
I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits
I'm headin forwar
