[Mr. Cheeks] Let's see these niggas gummin Since '86 we had the streets hummin I bet these niggas never seen it coming Every days a crisis Seems like paying dues, is paying prices It's time to show these niggas whose the nicest with these rap devices We keeps nothin but the chicks up in the cypher For ya suckers catchin this is the cypa Rumor sneakin, rise and shine Plus niggas count cheddar We see y'all niggas bouncin kid, but yet we bounce better On the stool, we drink again, let's rollin up the bat Freestyle a tracks, hit the party up and back Money comes in stacks, I guess we movin on up now So what's up now? Ghetto superstars, rhymes of the foreign year Should we be spittin and be hittin niggas par and there Basically my spills is vicious I push a '99 Savan, while you stand around and look suspicious Chorus 2X: We got that hot shit Straight from/of the block shit And when we rock kid We blow your spot kid [LG] Yo I was born to be a trouble maker That's what they said, I be in jail for gettin all this paper Or probaly dead niggas a hate ya, even chips will snake ya A little bread will make a motherfucka turn you in Right to the feds Try me and watch, get knocked, I'm lyin to cops Advance, born to bridick kept supplyin the spots All my niggas in the streets know I'm not the one, I pack a gun and let the heat blow It's deep though I want my whole team to see dough And even though we got to live with steel we heat po We gotta get it, I do this for fun I do this for my ones, I do this with guns So be neutral and run And in the process if I get knocked, fuck my pops Give my mom and seed all I got My loyalty is all I got from my family To hold it down and represent, it's just the man in me You feel me? Chorus 3X