featuring Canibus A+ and Redman

Mr.Cheeks

Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass

nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass

I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection

family is raged the world is acting crazed

I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled

on point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gamble

And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten

all my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten

now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,

official Lost Boyz since the year of 86

And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,

at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion

You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking

It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking

Without blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pages

I'll rip you from the backyard of ? ...

--A+

A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes

Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums

Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,

knockin niggas three times my size out

The crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,

I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy

For the fast money, I get up in that ass money

the fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me

I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up

Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,

I blow up the spot when it's time to rock

I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts

Who wanna fight son, I get dumb

word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run,

When the Source set it down, I'm inner serviced

To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to