Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : John P. Kelly

Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, ?Got me shit, 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 shit 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 niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin'
You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York
We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin'
Stop all the yappin' nigga, 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 niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it
With the black bandannas, yo this shit 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 niggas, kid it's really time
No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme

Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga
We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga
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 niggas 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 fuck now
I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me
You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me

Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me
I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me
Niggas know how I get down, how I do
I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew

Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga
Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu
The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together
Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather

That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn
Once again shit is on, can we gone
C'mon, c'mon

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Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : Back Again!
(feat. Floetry)

New York City
Whats Going On
What you been up too
Yeah I know
Bunch a niggaz nunning around with throw-backs and fitteds on
Niggaz know who started the game man
You know once niggaz start doin you
You got to do something else
Ya know what I'm saying
Do bigger better things
Switch lanes with big and better rings on niggaz
Big nigga shit
Fuck em
Yeah
Aiyyo

[Verse 1]
Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep
Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep
L-B-N-Y-G your local heat clappers
Pass the pill man I'm fillin ill
I'm sick of all you cheap rappers
Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash
The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass
I put ya bitch niggaz on from the start yo
Plus I am the wizard that gave you your heart so
I bust a few shots off all ya get still
I run this shit motherfuckers you just lives here
Never wanted problems it wasn't necessary
But I'm a bury niggaz quick fast in a hurry
These fuckers think I'm something sweet because I love the women
Ok these niggaz want problems its problems that I'm giving
The crack started us off the hook and don't look for trouble
This lifestyle I live it we give it to you double

[Chorus]
The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with
Tote my slang with lets give that dude the same shit
The guns pop off of those that come to close to
The fam niggaz track you strike back, yo we supposed to

The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with
Tote my slang with shit give that dude the same shit
The guns pop off of those that come to close to
The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to

[Verse 2]
Aiyyo
These new niggaz run around like they been done it
You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted
I gotta team in every borough New York nigga
Watch how you talk, watch where you walk nigga
These jumps wear their steak suits so lets eat ‘em up
They ain't worth it because I let our bitches beat ‘em up
Fuck the star shit I'm up in the bar with
Cast a hustle of the prove we got muscle man
Before you haters out there that can't see me
Mad because your girlfriend bump my CD
Your read easy live with your corny stash
Or get gun up when we run up on your corny ass
Back up off us nigga you the softest
Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers
Flash back shell-toe thick strings and jewelery
RIP to Freaky-Tah Mike and Cooly-B

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I keeps a Yankee fitted on tracks is spitted on
I have no problems showing mine we can get it on
Its never hate believe me its strictly fact yo
Your corny rap flow match your corny rap show
Shine ahead niggaz time to get niggaz
How y'all coming with that bullshit you spit niggaz
Take a time out you really not moving nothing
Killing me with your fronting like your moving something
To them so called friends of mine that gayed out
You niggaz played out I'm glad you niggaz stayed out
Fuck the crab shit the best of friends is living well
I know you niggaz see me doing me I'm giving hell
Pass the mic crew never did like you
Getting comfortable niggaz ain't invite you
You lame niggaz I'm as hot as a flame niggaz
You know why I'm in this game niggaz

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Floetry]
This cowards walking with a complex here
We drop him so quick we from the crib to the film set
Ain't nothing new about the soul or new about your flow
If you want your stripes you got to earn them yo
This goes out to you and you and you
And if you feel it in your heart yo it must be true
Walk how you walk and do what you do
Live while you live we're the proof so we're supposed to

[Chorus]

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Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : Back Again!

[Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze
Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance
Throw them shits up (Throw'em up)
Regulate the real (Regulate)
Ayo we basically know how us fuckers feel (Feel that)
How we running niggaz

Ayo they gave me mad problems you wont amount to nothing
Well look at me now I did amount to something
The rap name in vain just like a four four
No matter were us niggaz rock we watch out for popo
Still up in the struggle I see nothing changes
These niggaz peep the way we roll so we holding bangers
Sport the jewelry cars and the shelto
Gamble for car money drink let the L blows
High school drop out got my G.E.D. though
Don't speak about what I got the d-low
Yo I know nothing but the hot shit creating
Up on the road trips and hot shit we scatting
From the slums stepping representing the jump off (jump off)
What we bump hard what you niggaz bump soft
Lived in Red Hook my pops name is Rudy Chattman
My good times always started with whats happening

[Chorus]
Just call me a hustle
Grinding pies writing rhyme 9 to 5
Pimping chicks doing sticks just getting rich takes muscle
Saga of a every day struggle
Bottom line dolla signs we aint got a dime we gotta hustle
Clip feeling strip stealing sick villain
Let of a lot of wip pealing gangsta type scuffle
Payback could mean is time to layback and bubble
But other times payback is trouble
Just call me a hustle

[Billy Danze]
Lets give it up for the rusty 32's
And the day before Lymer
For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana
When the G's stood firm
Perfecting their concerns
And a nickel spot with a single shot ready to burn
Now shame on me it was cloudy I was blind
I was thinking that this young coward nigga had a slime
Your not LB your not M.O.P
I brought tripping from my whole different angle to spot me
[Lil Fame]
I was blessed with a cursed
(Curse a blessing within this curse)
When curse became innershment encouragement
I'm immune to the pain now I'm loving it
I'm encourage to fakes the pain and
Everything else I consider is punishment
(Take it one day at a crime)
Sometimes I stare into the mirror
Asking my self we it all went wrong
Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm
Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm

[Chorus]

[Mr. Cheeks]
Ayo listen my daughter is getting older
I love to kiss'em hold'em
Daddys always gonna be there for you I told'em
The world is getting colder
But imma keep'em warm
Yall niggaz wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm
Watch you niggaz like a job if I got to
Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you
I grew up in this raised around the hard times
Did the thing hustle in boulevard dimes
The red tops yellow tops and the blue ones
Powerful always came through with some new one
I peep them niggaz that was down but turn fuckiness
Ever since Tah pass
Yeah imma represent LB to the death of it
Even though you left kid I'm still gonna rep this shit
Track attacking bitch nigga smacking
Every time I think I'm out these niggaz pull me back in

[Chorus x2]

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Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : Back Again!
(feat. Glenn Lewis)

Word
Dedicate this to all the ladies from all the guys
Na-mean
[?] through situations in life yo know
Got ya ladies knahmean
Some of them we hurt you knahmean
Some women out there just love to run with niggaz you know
Its like you got to take some time out
and recognize the love you have ya knahmean
I want to dedicate this to my old lady ya knahmean
We going to do it

[Verse 1]
That's why I miss you much
Your laughs lips your touch
All those things we shared
To show each other we cared
Candle light nights out
Lets get it on lights out
Wipe your eyes don't cry
This love we got it won't die
I promise this no lie
As long as we both try
To come close and make it work
I know deep down it hurt

[Chorus: Glenn Lewis]
All the tears and the pain
Never again I'll put you through it
But we can make it
Find it in your heart, in your heart

[Verse 2]
Kiss and make up
I know that will be hard
I love from the start
Now your hearts been scarred
I stand here alone
I feel like the dirt
You lost your main squeeze
Fuck her nice work
The whole town is laughing at me I'm a clown
I Smile on the outside but inside I frown

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I apologize for all I have done
Caught between the walls I can't run
I sweared I wish I had you near
I sweared I wish I had you here
Yeah you got me in my zone
Come back and make this house a home
If I could take it back I would
Excuse the way I act no good
Never meant to make you cry
Don't want to hear you say bye-bye
[?] For another why
Lets give this love another try

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Glenn Lewis]
I know I promised babe
If you believe in me
I know at times I let you down
If it were me ask myself could I take it
In my heart as a man might not make it
Honestly sincerely truthfully I come to you
Despite all that I do yeah we can yeah yeah

[Chorus]

I Love you I love you I love you
Believe it when I say baby
Oooooo baby
I'm sorry
I'm sorry whoooo
Whoo I am sorry baby
Sorry Baby ooohh

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Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : Back Again!
(feat. Mario Winans)

[Mr. Cheeks]
Take it from the top with nothin but the hot shit
I told 'em we got shit and it smells (definitely)
Mario, what's the verdict?
Hey yo, Mr. Cheeks, I know ya heard it
The way we move (make it happen), spaz out on who?
Boo c'mon, that's how we do it
This one's for you, c'mon

I did it like the Elements and wrote a song for ya
No kiddin, where my feelings gettin strong for ya
And if I really had a chance I'ma pick you
You got class and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard to get, I like steppin up ma
Like bend over, yeah we both got enough time
And yousa don, so take this where ya go
Anywhere you at you'll always hear the call
In ya ear, in ya heart, until I gets through
And that's my word, I'm not stoppin till I get you
I know your pretty ass for years but, don't know ya know ya
We gettin older and I feel like I got some things to show ya
I've done traveled through the world
Balled out at clubs then called earl
Got weed, now I need me a girl

[Mario Winans]
I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share all of the things we got related
Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

[Mr. Cheeks]
Come back, I'ma keep this Mo' on show for ya
Imagine if you felt the same way I feel for ya
Yeah, you see, that would be something
This thing we can have together, but you be frontin
Take your time though, I don't really mind
Anytime I'ma make your pretty ass mine
So keep doin what you doin till you ready for a
Big nigga like me cuz I'm ready for ya
Yeah, holla back shorty I'm waitin
Ready and willing, anticipatin
Whenever you call I'll be there in a double
If you need me for love or you in some trouble
It don't matter what it is, I'm there
Baby girl, open up, listen I'm here
Tell me if there's anything I could bring for ya
Shit, you ain't know a nigga had a thing for ya?

[Mario Winans]
I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share all of the things we got related
Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

[Mr. Cheeks]
Listen, last but not least, before I go
There's something else that you should know
I'm your number one man when I add you to my plans
I'm there when your plane lands
Delicate like a flower, I'ma love you with all my power
Think about you every minute of the hour
All I need is a number and a chance
Save me the last dance

[Mario Winans]
I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share all of the things we got related
Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

Ohhhh, ohhhhh
I got a crush on you, ohhhhh yes I do
Ohhhh, ohhhhh
I got a crush on you, my baby baby baby baby baby

I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share all of the things we got related
Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

[Mr. Cheeks]
Baby we can hang out later on
I can sing this song

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Artist : MR. CHEEKS
Album : Back Again!
(feat. Alexander O'Neal)

[Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks]
I thought I'd write this one for you, ain't seen you in a while
Staring at your picture wishing I was wit cha, miss ya smile
And when I'm wit cha it's like I don't wanna leave again
Without you listen I don't wanna breathe again
You give me a lot and everyday you giving more
So there's no need to tell you who or what I'm living for
I miss ya very much shit I miss ya every touch
And I know you'd come through for me in the clutch
I'm on the road with my peeps and I know I'm moving
But yet the time we spend together that's so soothing
Love it how we do shit I pour a drink for ya
You pour a drink for me and always think of me
I call you when you when I'm home I know you bored and all alone
I wanna come and scope you up and place you in the zone
But we could be together on the right now
Cuddle on the couch, watch some TV, turn the lights down
That's what's up...

[Chorus: Alexander O'Neal]
Cloudy was the day when sunshine came into my life, and made it brighter
(I can't go a day without my lover)
She's touching me with her warmness as the light shine from her smile
She makes me happy...
(I can't go a day without my lover)

[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]
I know I put you through some shit but yet you stayed with me
Messing with them other chicks it's only games they play with me
Searching for something I had with me all the time
I made a change, my love to you I'm giving all of mine
Send you cards in the mail to show you that I care
Shit a life without you is the only thing I fear
So I'm a make sure a nigga hold it down for
The foundation wishing I could be around more
But you know the drama gotta keep a nigga running
I bugged out with the crew it's only you I'm wanting
Call you on the horn to hear you on the other end
"Mental hugging giving my loving to no other men"
This one's personal so keep it close to you
Be there for each other that's what we supposed to do
And anything you want I make sure you get it
And anything you into babygirl you know I'm wit it
Holla when you ready for me...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, listen don't mean to burn your ear out
But this is something you should hear out
Right now
Shit I'd give you the world
I'm a make it home to my babygirl someway or somehow
Ain't afraid to tell ya how your fella feel cuz your fellas real
And on the real girl you're hella chill
I hope you get the message by the end of this
Wanted you from the start, from the heart I'm sending this
This my last gig I'm on my way home
And we can go and paint the town or we can stay home
It don't matter what we do as long as I'm wit you
Spend some time wit you, you know what I'm a do
Get it on wit you just like the first time
There's no need for this man to rehearse mine
Superstar wit ya, back-to-back and far wit ya
Without a doubt I'm going all out for wit ya

[Chorus with some modifications to end]

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Artist : MR. VEGAS
Album : Heads High

Nah Nannah Nah Nannah Now..Kill Dem Wit It Now
Nah Nannah Nah Nannah Now..Kill Dem Wit De... Kill Dem Wit
De... Kill Dem Wit De

Heads High...Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know You Nah Blow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
No Bway Ain't Got No Secret Fi Yow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know You Nah Blow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Tell Dem Vegas Say So...

Mi Wan You Skin Yuh Teeth An Mek Mi See't
If You Sure From Yuh Born Say You Never Do'it
Yuh Ah No Freak
One Man Yuh Keep
An Him Never Yet Complain Say You Deep
Yuh Mek Yuh Vow, Yuh Nah Answer To Yow
An Ah One Man A Sample Yuh Cho-Cho
Lift Up Yuh Brow
An Mek A Guy Know
Say Him Fi Move Him Blow-Wow
...And Sing Again

Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know Yah Nah Blow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Mek A Bway Know Yuh Ah No Pappyshow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know Yuh Nah Blow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Tell Dem Vegas Say So...

Mi Wan Fi Hear Yuh Scream
If Yuh Mouth Clean
No Man Never Rope Yuo In Fi No Ice Cream
You Don't Smell Green
Like Sharlene
You Hol' A Fresh
You Have A Healthy Hygeine
Some Assumin'
While You Keep Bloomin'
Like A Pretty Likkle Lily Inna De Mornin'
Yuh Not Brawlin'
Pressure Dem Dawlin'
While You Risin' Dem Keep Fallin'
...So Sing Again

Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know Yah Nah Blow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Mek A Bway Know Yuh Ah No Pappyshow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know Yuh Nah Blow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Tell Dem Vegas Say So...

Heads High...Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know You Nah Blow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
No Bway Ain't Got No Secret Fi Yow
Heads High... Kill Dem Wit It Now
Just Mek A Bway Know You Nah Blow
Heads High.. Kill Dem Wit It Now
Tell Dem Vegas Say So...

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Artist : MR. VEGAS
Album : Heads High

[Chorus:]
Caw some gal a raffle up an a dip
Me dem wah fi gi di jacket
But mi nah go mine no pickney
If me know a nuh me mek it
Drop back dat an mek another pick
Smaddie else dat might a fit
Caw da pickney deh not even have
As much as mi finger tip

[Verse 1:]
So gal from yuh know say yuh know your pickney daddy
Gal jump around inna di air mek mi see
Nah fi a guess if a me or Beenie
Nah fi a guess if a General Degree
Two nigga cyan bring Coolie pickney
Holla bout she wah registration fee
Karen a say Blacks a har pickney daddy
But da pickney deh really favor Bounty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Some gal really a sell dem self cheap
Gone breed again an fuss pickney nah creep
From dis morning di pickney don't eat
An she an another man gone dung di street
But from yuh know say nuh man cyan call yuh tzar
An man cyan trick yuh inna borrow car

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nah lef yuh man unnuh a come from far
An a him alone can dip inna yuh jar
If yuh even breed yuh know whofah name fi call
Bun dem fi see yuh an yuh man walk di mall
Him nah kick yuh up and dung like nuh football
Di mount a name some haffi raffle mi cyan recall.

[Chorus 2x]

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Artist : MR. VEGAS
Album : Heads High

Well mi want fi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare
Pressure dem yah mi dear ina di latest wear
Dem can't smear yuh career
A you dem want compare
But you nuh borrow wear
Yuh nuh change man like truck gear
Yuh nuh get nuh careless slam
Nuh con from nuh man
Tell dem yuh nuh one night stand
Suh tell a gal move along
Guh back weh shi come from
Tell dem seh yuh nah borrow man

Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a sex yer fi a bus fare
Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare

Nuff a dem run guh breed
Nuff pickney all a teethe
All now di man nuh buy a tin a feed
Dem mussi smoke some bad weed
Or read dem can't read
Always ina want and need
But true yuh get yuh new home
Brand new cellular phone
All dem a get a pure stone
Suh tell a gal move up
Old enamel cup
Tell dem yuh nuh get so-so wuk

Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare
Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare

Dem a try compete
Dem get defeat
Look how yuh neat and sweet
Ina yuh face dem can't speak
Cah dem nah dweet
Whole heap a Harry and Pete

Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare
Mek mi si yuh hand ina di air
Yuh never get a slam yet fi a Nike air
All a di hand dem ina di air ya mi dear
Yuh never get a slam fi a bus fare

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Artist : MR. VEGAS
Album : Heads High

Di woman dem want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Seh dat him nuh know how fi change di gear

Shi jus want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Seh dat him nuh know how fi change di gear

Shi nuh want nuh popsicle fi come tickle
Tired fi laugh like Heckle and Jeckle
Run weh di bwoy if him a obstacle
If him cyaan boil di water inna di kekkle
Waan feel di fire like it drop inna pickle
Fudge man a pass and shi waan iceicle
Waan mi fi rub it up and dung pon di nipple
Waan mi fi do it on di double

Cau shi want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Seh dat him nuh know how fi change di gear

Jus want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Bout him waan drive and nuh know fi steer

Him guh kitchen guh nyam me guh in deh fi cook
Bwoy a wuk hard and ooman a read book
A feel up him self and she only a look
But mi nah let di fish off a di hook

If yuh nuh do yuh job right yuh nah get again
And shi aguh laugh and tell her friend
Tell off Patsy, Maxine, and Gwen
Seh yuh have a one-a minute problem

But shi want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Seh dat him nuh know how fi change di gear

Jus want a man pon di frontier
Seh shi jus love how mi been there
Shi run weh di man from dung a goodyear
Bout him waan drive and nuh know fi steer

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