[Mr. Cheeks]
Hey yo
Let's see these n***as gummin'
Since '86 we had the streets hummin
I bet these n***as never seen it coming
Every days a crisis
Seems like paying dues, is paying prices
It's time to show these n***as who's 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 n***as count cheddar
We see y'all n***as bouncin kid, but yet we bounce better
On the stoop, we drinking Guiness, rollin' up the bat
Freestyle the tracks, hit the parties 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 n***as far and near
Basically my skills 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 n***as 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 n***as 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