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(Freaky Tah/Cheeks talking)
Right now, ay you know how we do LB fam, one shot dealers, we killas Why everybody thinkin this funny? Fuck with LB fam you get laid down loud Word up we make the realest, come through with killas Check it out LB fam's my crew, you know how we do What we do, we stay true Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now, OK, alright, OK, alright, OK, OK, alright) (Cheeks) Many mistakes made, masses committed Any hot chick that was wit it I was out to hit it I keep a Yankee fitted, my world stay spinnin I seen them faggot niggas grinnin from the whole beginnin Me and my team, man we live life and gettin green Hot chicks up on the scene, kid we sittin mean Jewelry's shinin, ghetto cash, mastermindin Livin life inside the rough but shine like a diamond I'm tryna make it happen livin life day to day They say play the way, well that's the only way we play Families seem like the real enemy A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights Burnin L's inside the truck, duckin blue and whites I play two parts to this, negative and positive But bottom line, understand man I gotta live (Hook) 2x So work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy Niggas where you from? New York City The spot where we keep the whips pretty Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo (Bitches and these cops act shitty) Ay yo, I never asked for this, I just wanna rap ??? ??? ???,make some figgas, give my niggas that See me shinin think ya shit is honky dory Behind the scene it's a real different story The mad junction, can't let it stress me I'm at my best, son ya best won' test me? Once again it's on, official burn out Don't look, puzzled ???? faces how it turn out Once in a while I take the train just to clear the brain People ask me 'what's the deal kid, it's just the same' You know the night-runners, nothin major Don't let me and my bullshit invade ya I know you probably, got problems of ya own No need for you to zone Understand, I love this game, it mean a great deal to me It's my life, can you image how it feel to be? (Hook) I remember when ???????? It don't even to start me to reminiscin About the past when we wasn't gettin no cash Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass It meant nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle'll be butter like the wife's smile Make a habit, don't break, it may take a while I'm a hustla, I'ma hustle til the end, too Starin at that, evil that us men do Basically it's LB fam all night And ain't nothin wrong doin it all night Ghetto Jiggy (Hook) 5x |
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Chorus: QB
It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks We got no time for these dicks (Push the hot whips) Burn trees, drink hennecy When I die you'll remember me So when I'll die you'll remember me This be some real life ghetto shit [LG] Niggas thinkin shit is sweet But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak And don't get caught asleep with some with a freak Cuz the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief [Mr. Cheeks] I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkin Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they had to run up on him A new asshole, they chon him [LG] These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meat Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat No matter where we go, never know if we got beef [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che Listen, nigga play your position You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in [LG] Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hard I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large Charge cards, your garage for my truck My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck up! [Mr. Cheeks] Yo fuck the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with I love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymes I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime [LG] And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son? Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of prison We miss 'em Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us What's the deal god, they hard to find us Be prepared to feel my nine bust Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be But youse afraid to even come see [LG] Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with Timbs The streets are dims, the heats on hits The freak are pimps, the hood livin Where bummy niggas gotta lie to dough I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them hoes [Mr. Cheeks] Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix Rather be judged by twelve, then carried by six I need the fix [LG] Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative Hey yo, they mad cuz I made it, I'm glad that they hate it Blow them away, coin toss, throw her away Put your clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch! Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] My hot outta stay drips Lead the hot outta stay chicks The shorty named toots push the six Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy Aiyo some more she wanna give me? [LG] And you can catch me in the city spinnin 5 A.M., window crack with my teeth grinnin With the sight, straight livin While I'm lookin at these pretty women Crossin the light, they lookin at me Like this niggas winnin, I know they hate me Chorus |
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(Cheeks)
These mothafuckas made it this way I show 'em mine ????? ???? ???? Official Queens crack stars gettin money Rollin trees in the backwoods Timberlands, ???, black hoods The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it I fuck wit cats ??? Keep my Timbo's covered We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin chicks The hard times help me sharpen up We be in Watts, but still be sparkin up Love it when the day darken up My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part I came through to display an art Yo, fuck you jealous niggas I take care a fam and I lay low I'm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked You get yo dough, I get my dough Let's blow so we can kick it (Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x You only live once so let's ride Let's take it to the top This one crew you can't stop (Street Connect) Yo is you mothafuckas out a yo mind? We them niggas that be holdin it down Half of the reason you live Other fifty percent of the reason you frown Behind the back you pop shit But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs Is you askin for a New York City war call? We keep it gritty for all a y'all But some you niggas act like you goin through menopause And that's the second we send 'em to morgues Slay 'em down, get in them drawers Been put on, what you tellin me for? Look at 'em beggin for more Either they yellin or givin applause Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor Goody niggas playin the wall And ??? bitches rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra We told y'all but ya wasn't tryna listen to us (Hook) (Izzy Dead) Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards You neva touch nothin Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars I get a back massage from a bad European And switch my bird every season And I'm rollin up my treason But my question is, give me one reason to let you live But you good at talkin ya way out a shit, I be you is So I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kids Ghetto black widow What nigga, my mac glitto Attack ya hitto It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk And crazy dough is what I'm in for Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don't trust (Hook) |
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It's LB Fam, right or wrong
You really thought that we was gone? (2X) [Mr. Cheeks] My lifestyles about trees, stay jiggy on the scene Pocket full of green, push a whip, that's me No need for me to floss, I keep my shit up on the low A pair a timbs, some hards and a niggas good to go I let my wifey shine, she's representin me We got a baby girl, it's something she's meant to see I'm livin life, day to day, bullets richochet Inside my lab is where me and my weed and my liquor stay [Freaky Tah] Cat's set it off Thinkin about it Know LB's far from soft And we don't take no lost, in the game Told them niggas, they... [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo we stay hibernatin waitin to get them off Sit back and watch them fall, let the weed hit them off In cause, you haven't noticed, my team is off the meters In ceelo, not craps, and we on the rap repeaters And if you feel you can defeate us, meet us in the center Somebody's gettin slayed, don't be afraid to enter Bring it to the worst, I bring it to the best But that be dead, frontin here's something for ya chest Chorus 2X: It's LB Fam, right or wrong We bring the thunder and the storm You really thought that we were gone? Aiyo it's time to get it on [Mr. Cheeks] I bring my skills to any session Aiyo who feels that they the best? Somethin we don't claim, but yet this game we rule finesse Once I spit that ill shit, that leaks from the brain You will understand why the fam cause me rain Always hit you with that hot shit Right where you want it You know me and my team, up in the block we gettin blunted Countin cheddar up, always smoke that weed Got my chick ready to roll up, cuz the streets is full of greed [Freaky Tah] Yo cats they zonin out, one time they ask Yo Tah what happened? Now you in the back, my man, you step in the front, you should be rappin Yeah you know me, be in the cut, be steady sparkin What the fuck, niggas think they spittin shit When I come through start barkin All ya cats that think ya rollin to the LB Fam to death What the fuck I do, this shit to do, is fuckin nuthin left Cuz it take two to make a whole, what somethin you don't know We LB Fam to the day we die, until we fuckin go Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] I'm talkin official Queens, we out to get the cheddar Me and Tah together, kid that's like a butter letter On ya back, only if you stay blunted The timbs stay covered, believe me chicks love it Colessuem shoppin, inside the whips hoppin, peoples stop us in the street "When ya shit droppin?" Man we hibernatin, inside the car waitin For the time for us to shine, and start regulatin I roll with D2, them niggas they see through Like glass, we quick to get up in ya ass I'm a big nigga, you see I play for keeps My games so tight I had a chick that let me stay for weeks Chorus 2X |
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Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio
Live as stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin I still understand the reason that you feel that Yo, I'm a crook like Donald One Shit sat up like coins listen everyone joins in the session Know when I'm about to teach a lesson In love when micronesses starts remising Listen, raps of the hook as Elves run take it like a man kid it's our turn Shout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose to Yo from the fam understand, yo we don'ts do Love the way of goin down baby No doubt these bitches weak arse on the style Until the day I'm up an gone I'm gonna get it on An' let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted on From day one we had hot mix Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats Keep it come through an' get some extra arse Plug me in I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the liss You could either give that or you can get with this Man I promise just to hit you with officialis An' all I ask is you don't get me nor my pistol clips So recognise the guns blast for the love of that Are yo good for me pull my blast I'm a see that arse Until then I'm a rhyme kid and still shine But when I spot him I'm a get him doubt him bottom line That future rap, yo I'm crap cause I play the streets An the way yo niggas live that's what I say the beast Keep the cheddar in my pockets ain't no bubbly An when it trouble me, honey make it a double G Helby fam represent New York City Hang on the siss, an we get criss pretty All my keys throw your L's up, you know it's on I'm a keep this here strong until the flow is gone Plug me in Let me get a mic a checker, one, two now I came through this show these niggas how we do now Cadillacs be seated an we gettin weeded As long as I've been in this game I have been indefeated You can't fuck around my shit is at a puntin radies Top or not still hot ain't nuthin changed All these are G subs in uniform You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it Wish an' rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweats Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue Wynette We hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretch Get, an' meanwhile while you be talkin that same shit You whoop a nickel this game kid Plug me in |
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[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, push my pedal all away Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on Aiyo, let's all sing along Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] I love this New York City life, we give and take some You got a chance to get this cheddar nigga, make some The only muthafucka way to go, is gettin dough You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow These niggas know about my rap capabilities I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit Love to talk shit, I'm on that Queens, New York shit That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation My hot skills, help me build my foundation Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge To my niggas Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day Let the henny stay, many say, let it go You feelin that you got game nigga, bet it yo Chorus 2X |
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[J-Drama]
Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this track Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens Most Up in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we go Rockin non stop to the top And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon pop Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme Know my team, standin right in front of the screen I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the games Out the same Queens crew, but two different names JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is what you needin Cardiac arrest with poor breathin I be leavin you in the dust, you can't front on us We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't bust Nigga what [Bandit] My team reform like a mason meeting I put the heat to your face, official Queens greeting Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for speakin While my niggas wild out, off the shit I'm drinkin That aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole group While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin loot That's how we do, jump out like you owe somethin You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled somethin You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money gettin Whether its rap or coke flippin Ya niggas need to avoid collision Cuz your chance is tryin to advance to all my fam When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you and your man Quick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklace My team break records, we make ya life hectic The Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it But shit you did, we done it, y'all niggas don't want it Chorus 2X: Leek Ain't no tellin what I thought of them Me and my hooligans a ruin em Send hot ones at his crew and him Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the pound Now lay ya ass down [Rob U] We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens 98 hold it down, basically for my team Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on point Cuz nothin to lose, wanna be thug cats Push ya shit back, but fuck that We play the game too, only if it's necessary We never start shit, we finish shit And holdin it down, when it's time to go hard In this rap shit too, if you wanna get technical It's quite a few to hold it down like we do And lay ya verse on a track that be confortable It ain't a team out here fuckin with my crew South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin through Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit kid Forever in my memory [Jugga] Now let me get on the mic, and get the penis What's the count em in this? Third and one, man in motion, I'm about the blitz ya scrimmage I see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the blows Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, stay down Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold me The acrobatic track assassinator me and Drama Stand back to back like 25 on a calculator Now make a move, I shake em like an earthquake I'm a take em and tie em into a human pretzle What's left to do then break em I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with and LP and CD Strictly GB now we be, gutter butter family strong Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb on our flight to our show in Hong Kong Now hold on tight, it's the rap reckin ball Knockin ya out of position we don't saw JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuate A whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggas Chorus 2X |
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Yo word up G
Yeah Yeah Mr. Cheeks entertainment commin through for the year 2 (Come On), Naw I mean,We Takin the new millenium over, Baby Y?l dig this shit right here, It? that hot shit, mah niggaz sing that Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan Well make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Mr. Cheeks: A, yo I? at the bar with this older cat he got his, suit and tie plus his drink and his leather hat I? from Queens, he tellin?me I from Manhatten Some??n about the night we just started chattin?We sippin Hennesy we drinkin?Cognac this music plays from the Juke Box not only that I got ?knell? under the table and it? coke and fat And plus a cigaret to front of as if I? smokin nat(that) Smoke and drink about, about the past and present the mayor of New York, no doubt, he? a nasty pesent he tellin me that shit was worse back in his day he got? to be kidding me, U C how kids play Aint nut??n gettin betta they still kill for chedda no matter who U R they out to get the dough getta Nigga, On and on and on he kept singin this song Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We?l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Mr. Cheeks: A, yo ( Ha, Ha) Mah lifestyle is about Marihuana, Sex and Boose I use ?ah raps kills tha stoose, So whos nex to loose We see some woeman playin pool we got our game on I said to Pop-Duke I gots to get a dame on we started laughin while makin every shorty hot Anita Baker is playin in the background c how now Earth, Wind & Fire brought the people til they feet No doubt I can see the night about to sweet The after-work honeyz enterin?The older people did the hustle in the centerin?The bartender is makin?drinks while he? rockin?U know its hot when chicks start takin of the stockin? Mangement she fellin?right I know she seen me She gave me the green light to smoke freely Now For the whoele evening I was rocking wit this real hot chick no stoppin I cant wait to get endz so I磎 a whip and start hoppin No doubt Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Verse 3: Ay yo I磎 up out o?here I said to Pop - Dukes when nex time U uptown nigga stop through About one for the road kid it? on me Well can I smoke no doubt, well it? on G ???? we spoeke about plans, spoeke bytch niggaz, spoeke about fans He said be good with baby girl she? a official, dont make a nigga like have to come and get U Well shes in good hands, Pop? I磎 a good man U should understand we bouth from tha hood man Yeah, what he said all night he said: Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in this Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo (Chorus til fades) Make it happin U naw I mean Shaolin.... Mr. Cheeks but we all LB IV Life Y?l dont forget that Yall niggaz know Livin in this Ghetto Life style Y?l sing that shit Thank Y碼ll for commin out Most Wanted I know .... New for the nex millenium |
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(feat. JnJ Project, R-MANN)
[Chorus: R-MANN] And through the storm and the rain We still together, a few things changed Through the stress and the strife It's LB Fam 4 Life [Mr. Cheeks] Since '86, man we had the streets hummin Makin power moves and still slummin For real, they better let us come in LB NYG, in front of green Niggas started jackin from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin wall downs Burn the weed in the basement of your parents Hookie parties was the best They tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags Play cards for the mingles Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist Yo we never knew who God is Yo we ran with the hardest Tell your crew, there's no stoppin them We risin from the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we droppin em [Chorus] [J-Drama] Let's take it back to '94, Lifestyles of the rich we were doin it Made it to '97, on singles still persuadin The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace & Nappiness" Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain Keepin it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York I'm from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walk LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son NY City slum, got me real close to my gun Protectin my chest, relievin all the stress that's left Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now, year 2G you gonna see now 2 to 3 now, at the key now, placin D now And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now [Chorus] [Jugga] To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo With gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and mary Shout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the whole south city I got the ghetto in me, Livin this movie script life style I aint winnin Hear me, aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out We got the generators Go home on the three illa, mikey whippin cuz he illa Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go to South zone after 11 You might see the mack and feel the 11 Now you wanna catch the soprano, now the foes the bitch [Chorus] |
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(feat. Freaky Tah)
Okay Me Freaky Tah going up for me Met two shorties yeah no doubt Took out the weed passed to the house Told my niggas to get the hell out Bout to get busy yeah no doubt Bone one to death then eat the other out Get real freaky put my tongue in her mouth Put my tongue in her mouth how I do Me Freaky Tah nothing to Spig Nice, Cheeks, and Pretty Lou. Microphone checka for the 1 & 2 Walked away and god rule Freaky Tah walk through your avenue What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do Smoke my weed, and I drink warm brew You know I do what I do, hahh no clue On my own my man. Niggaz run when I'm bad to the bone my man Cats better leave me alone my man Freaky Tah in his own rap zone my man One shot till come through your whole block my man, Don't stop my man Yo I'm still runnin from the cop my man Why I do what I do my man? Freaky Tah for my L-B to my man One time for your brain Nigga bring the thunder and rain It's no shame to my game Freaky Tah is my motherfuckin name If you don't know now you do Word to mother if you come through try you Pass by you look you in your eye true Freaky Tah this is how I do One time Want it nah nah nah nah nah nah na na now now now I I I IIIII I did it for you what you see is what you do now |
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