Focus

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*