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lirik lagu unanimous decision – mr. cheeks

ay yo listen, i blow the spot hot, chicks i only get with
my n-gg- says,? got me sh-t, to help me spit with?
me and my crew, man, we don’t got the same dimes
don’t got the same style, don’t got the same rhymes

ay yo, this sh-t is major, blow my cell and pager
say,? i love but hate ya, love my cousin hasha?
i’m in the strap game tight, i’m in the mix of things
ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came

why were the n-gg-s talkin’? you better keep on walkin’
you reppin’ queens n-gg-, i’m reppin’ east new york
we keep the blunts sparkin’ keep all the b-tches talkin’
stop all the yappin’ n-gg-, before you in a coffin

yo why you startin’ cheeks and then i stop to cough
on this track like a newborn orphan, i stay boss face
up in the club flossin’ with dave chanel
i just met him but i be tossin’

yo before this n-gg-s did it i had to yankee fit it
with the black bandannas, yo this sh-t bananas
they think they doin’ them, they really doin’ me
they think they doin’ r o l q l e

they need to knock it off, i got the bank tight
ay yo i’m back up in this game as if i’m frank white
it’s time to give it to these n-gg-s, kid it’s really time
no doubt you gettin’ burned, you need to learn to rhyme

f-ck from a dummy n-gg-, it’s nothin’ funny n-gg-
we rockin’ gold fronts way before cash money n-gg-
the wife beat if off, i keeps the heater warm
you thought g was gone and now you see it’s on

i keep it really raw, that’s how we give it to ’em
i’m holdin’ down my g’s we need to get to doin’
i got these kids growin’, at least they right behind me
i live in 2 0 7, east new york you know where to find me

ay yo let’s get this money, let’s stash some real estate
no doubt i feel the love, no doubt i feel the hate
it’s no stopping us, some corny n-gg-s hatin’ us
who pushin’ us back to back, who skatin’ us

on twenty inches now, with my tens down
i push a truck now, don’t give a f-ck now
i got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me
you wanna smoke with me? well, b-tch roll up with me

yo, i keep it low key, the whole world know me
i put a lot of n-gg-s on, n-gg-s owe me
n-gg-s know how i get down, how i do
i know i bit off more than i could f-ckin’ chew

ay yo i hit you n-gg-, never forget you n-gg-
dynamic duo, you’s a slim grim, i’m holy chulu
the greatest tag team ever, got our sh-t together
yo i’m a field jacket, yo i’m a b-tter leather

that’s how we make a hood queens, brooklyn
once again sh-t is on, can we gone
c’mon, c’mon

- mr cheeks

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