Legal Drug Money

歌詞

(Chorus 4x: Mr. Cheeks) Here comes the real rough rap Shit is getting ill, cuz we the microphone wrath (Mr. Cheeks) (Freaky Tah) Now for years, I've been trying to show the skills (show ya skills, nigga!) So I can do my thing with wifey and start knocking on some bills and then My peoples in the headlight yo (blaow!) so innocent Mr. Cheeks, yeah (a real nigga reprsenting now) I lived out in Queens, man, for years (hah!) I'm seeing ya brothers killing brothers, man, that means (more tears) Every day I'm trying and I'm seeing my niggas dying And I'm asking mom dukes (why you crying) 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 (what?) It's time for Mr. Cheeks and Lost Boyz to get biz And get this Legal Drug Money (Chorus 4X) (Freaky Tah) I seen this nigga went crazy on the train At first I thought he was nice 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 (Mr. Cheeks: Aiyo, what about the world, Tah?) 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 yall 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 (Chorus 4x) (Mr. Cheeks) 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 if your 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 (Chorus 4x) (Freaky Tah) 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 hoe..