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(Queens Most Wanted)"Yo Black B, what`s the deal?What`s popping?""Ain`t nothing""Aight, what`s the deal?We got to get this paper y`all This cat had to come through or something""I hope his paper`s is long""Aight, youknowI`msayin?I got this cat about to come up here thoughI`ma tell you about it later, (mumbles) oh shit is realAight catch ya"(*Freaky Tah says "Now" several times*)(Mr. Cheeks)I`m in this tight situationI`m at this chicks crib uptown Niggaz try to come through and lock me down Now it seems like a set-up and niggaz try to wet me from the door Half a second of gun blaze then I`m in my detour Shot through the glass hit the balcony How could she set me up like that?I caught my balance, shot back I`m jettin down the fire escape I started sprayinI`m takin five steps at a time enemy is gainingon me, my niggaz tried to warn me when my steppinIt`s good though cause on a low a nigga had his weaponI`m jettin down this dead end thrillI hit the street I got no jacket on my back But I got my Tim`s on my feet when my life broke across me back against the wallI`m lookin for my enemies I`m searchin for them allNo bullets being fired so now a nigga`s jettin to the cornerthat`s where most of the people settinI break-away my burner now I`m searchin for the trainThe only motherfucker with no coat I`m in the rainThere`s beef walkers walkin I gotta play it cool Even though he`s firm with that I walk covered up my jewelI`m in a tight situation… (*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*)(Queens Most Wanted)"Black B the shit went down world wide B""Word, what happened?""Yo nigga started mouthing offI don`t know if nigga`s still breathingAll I know is that I made moues""Well yo, 8 moues I`ma need you my faultI`ll meet you there""Aight"(Mr. Cheeks)...real in this battlefield violence being born Get your shit in a year, but prepare for warNow I peep this grocery store I`m off the train station I ain`t showin nobody love I`m holdin no conversationI cop me a (???) a few Dutch`s now I`m out That`s Queens for some ammo, no doubtI jetted down the staircase purchased me a ToganI gave the freak a smirk listen jerk I`m not jokingNow listen money, can you tell that me to the E, hey?I`m going through this bullshit at 3:53 in the morning Word to moms I can`t believe she tried to hit me I knew something was fishy but she said she comin to get me Talkin about my work and talkin she bring me backbut on the low I didn`t notice she`ll be robbing when the jack I`m sittin on the train I feel the wind with my brain across some dirt I`m in the zone I got my motherfuckin crumpy murdy niggaz lookin at me they owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and such fuck them niggaz I lit up my bone jumped in the nine niggaz know what I meanI`m in my Queens State of mind Jumped off the rock-away it`s just a block away from PlannersThe block is rather hot they got surveillance tapes and camerasI seen none of my peeps up on the streets so I keep movinHe follows with de-cursing em I know that some of my crew been hurtMy mind need a touch I roll a touch up while I`m walkin I take a step for step dolo Dutch and my toilets and my cellsCan`t put my finger on just what happened Me and shorty actin in the ghetto tappin and then they clappin(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)Yo it`s real in this battlefield this shit is raw they told us Like we did but… prepare for war Yo in tight situations, life and death decisions The nine mill lookin over head at the losersYo it`s real in this battlefield violence being bornYo get your life in gear but prepare for warYo it`s tight situations, life and death decisionsNine mills with the livin dead Yo is that how you handle your businesses Yo still in this battlefield violence being born But yo shitty year but prepare for war (Mr. Cheeks)It`s 12 am the next day, the best day Niggaz at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ayWe got this spannable at 10 and really warJack Deanal`s headline, man it`s time to score I`m in Terran from the spot where I went out Smoke about the situation that re-meant outNow each man on the corner now he watchin me I forgots he poppin anybody tryin to stop the shit Perfect, shorties asleep didn`t even hear me creep Now keep it fellas it gets deep Lit up from motherfucker nail, smacked in the realWhen she rose I had to cease the dealBefore she could reply threw the gun down her throat Threw the bits in the yolk its no joke I`m a infamous person then I put five in her Then take my cats out to dinner (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)These tight situations, life and death decisions Nine mills are livin dead is head or head collisionsIt`s real in this battlefield violence being born Get your life in gear but prepare for war See it`s tight situations, life and death decisionsNine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions Man it`s real in this battlefield violence is bornGet your shit in gear but prepare for warWork hard work hard (Mr. Cheeks)This is all you wannabe?Motherfuckers settin the glock Always got the track, which is never, cause, this is the track We all right though I still got my track on hahaIf I ever get my track on the catwalk then I got some LB fam Like on this right here LB fam why don`t you share like this `97 Queens Most Wanted, knahI`msayin?Once before got booed, we keep the track for fam rolls It`s funk rap you know baby, we takin y`all shit Two homies maddest man knahI`msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down Word up, lay shots do whatever you do nigga Get your life on and all them niggaz that`s worrying about the fuck you doing Mind your FUCK-in business, word to moms Tear yo, to the real motherfuckers knahI`msayin?Not to the fake motherfuckers You know the fake motherfuckers that smile then go behind your back shit on you right?You know them? I know that nigga tooI`ve, motherfuckers know what`s wrong with that niggaI`ll beat that nigga assYo all my niggaz say: Beat that nigga ass (beat that nigga ass)That`s my word, we gonna beat his assWe don`t give a fuck man you gotta lick no shots Throw your hands nigga what`s the deal?You tight, we tight too, man...

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