[Mr. Cheeks]   Let's see these niggas gummin   Since '86 we had the streets hummin   I bet these niggas never seen it coming   Every days a crisis   Seems like paying dues, is paying prices   It's time to show these niggas whose the nicest with   these rap devices   We keeps nothin but the chicks up in the cypher   For ya suckers catchin this is the cypa   Rumor sneakin, rise and shine   Plus niggas count cheddar   We see y'all niggas bouncin kid, but yet we bounce better   On the stool, we drink again, let's rollin up the bat   Freestyle a tracks, hit the party up and back   Money comes in stacks, I guess we movin on up now   So what's up now?   Ghetto superstars, rhymes of the foreign year   Should we be spittin and be hittin niggas par and there   Basically my spills is vicious   I push a '99 Savan, while you stand around and look suspicious      Chorus 2X:   We got that hot shit   Straight from/of the block shit   And when we rock kid   We blow your spot kid      [LG]   Yo I was born to be a trouble maker   That's what they said, I be in jail for gettin all this paper   Or probaly dead niggas a hate ya, even chips will snake ya   A little bread will make a motherfucka turn you in   Right to the feds   Try me and watch, get knocked, I'm lyin to cops   Advance, born to bridick kept supplyin the spots   All my niggas in the streets know   I'm not the one, I pack a gun and let the heat blow   It's deep though   I want my whole team to see dough   And even though we got to live with steel we heat po   We gotta get it, I do this for fun   I do this for my ones, I do this with guns   So be neutral and run   And in the process if I get knocked, fuck my pops   Give my mom and seed all I got   My loyalty is all I got from my family   To hold it down and represent, it's just the man in me   You feel me?      Chorus 3X