Mr. Cheeks - We Got This lyrics

[Intro: Big L, Mr Cheeks] [Mr. Cheeks] All right, let's get it on We don't bring nothin' but the phat sh** in New York type sh** Know what I mean? [Big L] No doubt [George Murdock, as Fatman from The Mack] I've told you before... you're too big! You're getting too big! The word has come down, it's not healthy to get too big! [Big L] Yeah! Flamboyant Entertainment [Mr. Cheeks] Bringin' nothin' but the street themes [Big L] One-three-nine Don't get it twisted, the hood come first [Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo Big L, come on [Verse 1: Big L] Check it! My whole clique's theavin' We roam the streets, cause it's stick season This ain't the time to have your wrist freezin' I might put the big gat to your six-pack Click-clack, let me get that Make it quick black, skip the chit-chat I'm takin' it all, I'm not leavin' a cent Want everything out your pockets coward, even the lint You better not budge when I point the semi at you What's that, a carat in your ear? Then give me that, too! I'm like d**h, you never know when I might pop up In your hood and let the Glock buck and shoot your block up Go ahead, call the cops, and I'll tear the cops up Cause I don't give a hot f** if I get locked up Ya'll know nothin' about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherf**in' rap game without L? That's like j**els without ice, that's like China without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ, or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The village without dykes or hockey games without fights I never hesitate to buck my gun One-three-nine, ya'll know where the f** I'm from [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo, hittin' n***as with the real rap, remedy Remember the real n***as from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll n***as chill kid, we got this Hittin' n***as with the remedy Remember the real n***as from the NY Me and my men high Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll n***as chill kid, we got this [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, I'ma real wolf That's why you always see my face in the hood Others is phony, so they ain't safe in the hood I'm from where the real hustlers pile dough The home of rich Rich Porter, AZ, Alpo Where they shoot dice and puff wild dro and talk fly Throwin' game at every chickenhead b**h that walk by That's how we live, everyday, all day From one-one-o' to one-five-five, from first Ave. to Broadway Harlem's soft? That's what they all say Until they get murdered in broad day in a project hallway You get cash, you get it your way I get mines the fast and sure way: ski-mask and four-four way Take some wolf to your crib and kick down your doorway Go to the Hill, stick a aww yay for a brick of raw weigh I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him n***as don't want it with L, they be like: Anybody but him! [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Ayyo, hittin' n***as with the real rap, remedy Remember the real n***as from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll n***as chill kid, we got this Hittin' n***as with the remedy Remember the real n***as from the NY Me and my men high Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll n***as chill kid, we got this [Outro: Big L, Mr. Cheeks] [Mr. Cheeks] We got this sh** on lock You know me, I be up on Big L's block [Big L] One-three-to-the-nine, kid [Mr. Cheeks] We be hangin' with my n***as Every day I want the ex-po Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down [Big L] Comin' straight from the streets [Mr. Cheeks] Back to Queens, be the same routines [Big L] Corleone and Mr. Cheeks [Mr. Cheeks] Hold the fort These n***as thought We ain't comin'? [Big L] Yeah, Flamboyant [Mr. Cheeks] Representin' the Boogie Down Man, tell me somethin' [Big L] Yeah, Flamboyant [Mr. Cheeks] We be comin' through What you see? What! [Big L] Uh, Flamboyant, ya'll [Mr. Cheeks] Somethin' in the rear? Yo we up in here! [Big L] Yeah, uhh, no doubt! Ha-ha!