Emcees wanna come around like the cipher, actin' hyper

Fuckin' with more Dangerous Minds like Michelle Pfeiffer

My shit's tight like C.Os to a lifer

I wish ya well even though I never liked ya

My crew'll be the dogs to bite ya

So moon-walk like Mike into a lover not a fighter

Cause we's about to pull a all-nighter

To make our futures much brighter, on fire like a lighter

I'm a vet not a rook, with the mental of a crook

Yo you need to make a call

Please hang up cause I'm off the hook

You shook, like you're try'na tackle *?Gimmet?*

It seems there ain't no limit to you rappers while you limit with your gimmicks

Now you the realest, plus you fearless

I'll make you feel this

I'm holdin' the cards, now here's what the deal is

Fake snakes, try to rattle me

Attempt to battle me, I speak reality

Disect they whole anatomy

Now your crew's mad at me

But here's your warning

Keepin' niggas opin like a doorman

When I'm performin'

Crackin' heads like eggs in the morning

I'll be the first to state

Every emcee today is crime related

I thank god that I made it

Without gats firin', runnin' from sirens

I'm peeing on you punks like dogs do on hydrants

Plus I'm live when I'm vibin' and rhymin'

You swimmin' in the cesspool that I never took a dive in

Plus I give my nigga fivin'

With get the good times without no jivin' (jive...)

[Hook]

"Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x3]

"Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks

I breaks niggas like dancin', they gets no wins

Like that calibre of teams that's expansions

Holdin' crews ransome, switching styles like I'm Manson

Three-oh-fours think I'm handsome

They wanna Lex and a mansion

No Opera but I be the phantom

With the real ghetto anthem

Put they lights out

If they think that they lampin', with the Ed O or the science

Drop clients, who's reliant

Cut the ho ho hoes through cream and fiend giant

Forgot the fake fool fold

With mentals on the bank rolls

In the army clothes and corn-row

And all that hard image

Wouldn't get you ten yards from scrimage

If you's a cowboy and your name was Emmet

Cause there's a limit

A small rap room, with a million niggas in it

All you playas can't win or pin it

We keep a zone in padlock

The blocks on the 'bury be mad hot

When George couldn't see Scott

From the boat to Orchard Park

Shit be scorchin' ock

We dabble in the streets, but the beat set us apart

So why bother, to try harder

Sell your soul for a dollar, I'm a dog with a flea collar

Don't get yourself scarred like Seal

Ed O.G and Nestle comin' with the mad deal

[Hook]

"Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x4]

"Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks

I got Faith in myself like Evans

To be above niggas like the heavens

Keep my shit rolling hittin' sevens and elevens

And those who act wild my crew be tamin' 'em

Straight gamin' 'em, your label actin' up you blamin' 'em

We on some blackmail or framin' 'em

Anybody disrespected any time believe we namin' 'em

Cause in the nine-sup, no time to sleep or half slep

Half step, not carin' 'bout your fame or rep

Cause it's all in jep

We bring it in your face you wouldn'ta heard us if we crept

For starters, we rock the hardest

Rippin' platinum artists

Pullin' them off like thigh-highs, unbuckled from the garters

Lookin' for the largest

So I can catch some charges, for killin' emcees

Who be rhyming 'bout guns drugs bitches and cheese

I know I'm better for, every other line ain't a metaphore

Strictly to the top is where the Ed O-jiggy's heading for

In my prime, time to drop like a dime

Rhyme without crime, I do it one time

[Hook]

"Niggas frontin' like they ill" - Mr. Cheeks [Cut/scratched x7]

"Now bustin' caps ain't got a motherfucking thing to do with showin' skill" - Mr. Cheeks