legal drug money

here comes the real rough rap

shit is getting ill

cuz we the microphone wrath

]

now for years

i've been trying to show the skills

so i can do my thing with wifey and start knocking on some bills and then

my peoples in the headlight yo so innocent

mr. cheeks

yeah

i lived out in queens

man

for years

i'm seeing ya brothers killing brothers

man

that means

every day i'm trying and i'm seeing my niggas dying

and i'm asking mom dukes

i got a little man

my little man is getting older

i wipe my wifeys eyes

every time she cries

as i hold her

it's tough coming up as a young black man

understand

see the world is ran by the klan

just like tom and jerry with cheese

and they seem to lock us down when they bring in the keys

well i guess that's the way that is

it's time for mr. cheeks and lost boyz to get biz

and get this legal drug money

i seen this nigga went crazy on the train

at first i thought he was nuts but at the same time i feel the pain

cuz another niggas dead on the street over dope shit

like nigga where you run shit?

it bothers me on the norm

i stand tall

with my back against the wall

and my hand on my four-four

the world seems to bug me

don't know who wants to kill me

don't know who wants to love me

man

listen

i be keeping peace in my heart

but if shit hit the fan

i rip shit apart

i'm not with the beef and emotion

i'd rather smoke chom

and dump a fat bong around the ocean

i maintain keep my self up to par

got no appetite for it

cuz every critic like a falling star

and on the real

kid

it ain't nothing funny

freaky tah

lb fam

'94

legal drug money

you say it's 94

i warm it up and give it to ya raw

you say you wanna battle well prepare for the war

i shuffle up and break them down cuz we catch 'em with the quickness

my name is mr. cheeks and mr cheeks is next to sickness

in the dictionary

i will bury any mc

with violence

my crew or even try to go against me

for real

i'd rather push an ac' with some rims

and bounce around queens with some baggy jeans and timbs

and chill

puff on a phil' at will

i got a baby boy to skill

it's so much to keep it real

relax

i got a style smoother than a saxon

i looked into the mirror

say it clear than the jackson

guy did

who shot the sheriff? nigga

i did

where you from

mr. cheeks? southside

kid

yo

on the real

man

it ain't nothing funny

'94

'95

'96

legal drug money

chill

give it up

come out ya fucking pockets

put ya face to the ground

how do that sound?

go pound for pound

letting off a shot

i'm walking down the block

then i say

yo

stop

then turn back to the buddha spot

you

know

how i flow

freaky tah got the pizzy ass ho.