[Mr.CHEEKS]

Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game

With mans on linden and devane we drinking ghetto champagne

Slinging rocks and packing glocks on the blocks

It's early in the morning I'm selling tumbs from my reeboks

Tres nicks and dimes I write rhymes

But the ghetto times they got the cheeks doing crimes

The street life yeah that's the only life I know

Where niggas sling rocks bust shots and push yeahyo

Sit on crates keep their backs against gates

Every man is insane he's got a brain like norman bates

Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats

Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats

But they don't want the fam

See a south side jamaica queen fellas get down man

Listen so what your crew is x-rated

Peoples if you violate you getting violated



(Chorus)

Come on and keep it real; this is saying

that the lost boy and group home fam want it all what would you do

And if you feel that you'se a real soldier from the street

throw your hand in the air we salute you

Bounce it up town bounce it down south

Bounce bounce it up town bounce it down south



I had a messed up childhood the head is mad nappy

I need money in a snap gee kid I'm trying to blow like papi

Fat cat the street life is where it's at

Peeling caps so yo we got to stay strapped

Terrified cause the crew from the south side is bustin

No question

I keep my hear in braids taliq got dreads

Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds

Pouring beer on the curb for the dead

I had to bring drama to some powder head

(Freaky TAH) hey yo cut the music down

Yo half the world thought the album failed in this 94 and its on..



I'm smoking weed in 96' with my peeps

Jetting from the police