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Unanimous Decision - Mr. Cheeks



     
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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 rhymesAy 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 cameWhy 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 coffinYo 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 EThey 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 rhymeFuck 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 onI 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 meAy 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' usOn 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 meYo, 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' chewAy 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 leatherThat's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn
Once again shit is on, can we gone
C'mon, c'mon

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Before establishing himself as a solo artist in the early 2000s, Mr. Cheeks made a name for himself as a member of the Lost Boyz in the mid- to late '90s. Cheeks and the other members of the Lost Boyz practiced a sincere, literate, non-sensational style of New York hip-hop. As a result, they never attained substantial commercial success, yet garnered substantial critical acclaim and were underground favorites. But when Freaky Tah met an unfortunate demise, the Lost Boyz soon broke ranks and remained quiet. Cheeks resurfaced in late 2001, though, and he came with a more mature outlook on life that informed his rhymes with a greater sense of knowledge and truth than before. His debut solo album, John P. Kelly, featured the massive hit single "Lights, Camera, Action!" as well as production by a broad roster of producers including Stephen Marley, Bink!, and Easy Mo Bee. ~ Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide

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