[Mr. Cheeks]

What's ya niggas thinkin?

Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?

Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin

You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd out

I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin

And I'm gettin smoked out

Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits

Takin shorts from no midgets

My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status

I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest

Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad

See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent

Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come through

Represent the slum too

Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs

Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin

Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin

Who you tellin?



Chorus 2X:

It's a New York City War Call for you all

Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war

A midnight special billy New York call

So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall



[Mr. Cheeks]

Cheese and henny got me lifty

I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy

Shorty got my back, when niggas acting shifty

Spazzin when she's with me

Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get me

Shows and proves and she moves swiftly

Yo, take Atlantic City trips

While niggas backin no hood round they lips

My team is stackin chips

We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed

Tight a part mister rest ahead

That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up

We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up

These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick

I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits

I'm headin forwar