What what nigga?
LB Fam, Frankie Cutlass
Nine-six, Queens most wanted (word up)
Frankie Cutlass (Frankie Cutlass)
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 shit 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 shit [and that's real]
*repeat except brackets*
(Mr. Cheeks)
You got a team of real niggas in the room smokin trees
Us niggas stayin blunted the most wanted LB'z
My family connections blows through each circuit
My team is whom I work with, we must stay alert kid
Cause nowadays niggas glorify how they be blastin
We in the Jeep passin cheeba peep em as they askin
Out in the game, what's the reason why you came?
To have these bitches be like askin you a season in your brain
Flashin jewels, talkin blastin if he pack the tools
I got a Glock to cock back to knock em, flat out your shoes
Not no, Big Willie puffin Dutches not Phillie
We packin bubbly act up and but smack a nigga 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 bitches makin money bounce with our crews
In nine-six motherfuck power moves, aiyyo
*chorus*
(Teflon)
(Mashin Out!!)
No doubt, firing squad we hit hard
And get charged, to rip shows in half, word to God
With clientele like a crack spot, me and my man dwell
In back blocks and raise hell from in Hinsdale to Tapscott
So yo, focus your mind on this
Nobody move and nobody get they wig twist
For real, still packin blue steel
Knockin brothers way up off of the top of the hill
(Lil Fame)
Brownsville, M.O.P., Kids you know
Let them motherfuckers all BO BO BO BO BO!!
Yo I set shit, 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 stack a million is my lifetime mission so
IN GUNS WE TRUST, Firing Squad we bust
Plus we must roll with the rush
(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 fuck 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 nigga nucca fuck a rap star
(Teflon)
Big up to all street borough
Brothers from Brooklyn to my rocket launcher packin Bronx niggas
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*
