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 