What what n***a?
LB Fam, Frankie Cutla**
Nine-six, Queens most wanted (word up)
Frankie Cutla** (Frankie Cutla**)
This is how we do (how we do)
Focus goin on, everybody in my crew
From Spig Nice to Tah to my man Pretty Lou
Check it, Queens escapes
Put the sh** on DAT and a tape
One time check it out baby boy now (check it out now)
*chorus*
Focus your mind on this
Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss
Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit
It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother sh** [and that's real]
*repeat except brackets*
(Mr. Cheeks)
You got a team of real n***as in the room smokin trees
Us n***as stayin blunted the most wanted LB'z
My family connections blows through East Circuit
My team is whom I work with, we must stay alert kid
Cause nowadays n***as glorify how they be ma**in
We in the Jeep pa**in cheeba peep em as they a**in
Out in the game, what's the reason why you came?
To have these b**hes be like askin you a season in your brain
Flashin j**els, talkin blastin if he pack the tools
I got a Glock to co*k back to knock em, flat out your shoes
Not no, Big Willie puffin Dutches not Phillie
We packin bubbly act up and we smack a n***a silly
The name is Mr. Cheeks I keep the dough get on the low stroll
Take you to the Essence get my swerve on like the pros do
Baggin b**hes makin money bounce without my crews
In nine-six motherf** power moves, aiyyo
*chorus*
(Teflon)
(Mashin Out!!)
No doubt, body wreck squad bringin it hard
And get charged, to rip shows in half, word to God
With clientele like a crack spot, me and my man dwell
?Fat blocks and rain sail from in jail to Ascott?
So yo, focus your mind on this
Nobody move and nobody get they wig twist
We real, still packin blue steel
Knockin brothers way up off of the top of the hill
(Lil Fame)
Brownsville, M.O.P., Queens you know
Let them motherf**ers all BO BO BO BO BO!!
Yo I set sh**, come correct with, fat raps that
Rapidly fire like a infra tech spit
I'm trying to make it happen, no time for wishin
To tax at least a million is my lifetime mission so
IN GOD WE TRUST, Firing Squad we bust
Plus we must roll with the rough
(Billy Danze)
Hometeam
Teflon, Billy, and Fame, mad Swingas to bring
That South 9 triple beam dream you been lookin for
Firing Squad blowin it up
And if you ain't TIGHT on the MIC
You ain't RIGHT shut the f** up
Now, we represent in some of the illest situations
And some of the illest places, putting hammers up in Villains faces
Stayin down, so you can't see who we are
Yo, everyday trigger n***a nucca f** a rap star
(Teflon)
Big up to all street borough
Brothers from Brooklyn to my rocket launcher packin Bronx n***as
Keep it thorough
(M.O.P.)
In the ghetto, my Empire Strikes Back
How About Some Hardcore? Yeah we like it raw! Keep it like that
*chorus*