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Correct Take A Hike (One) Lyrics
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Correct Take A Hike (One)
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[Mr. Cheeks] It's time to show minds once again Bunch of friends, yo shit here will never end So top tennin all niggas locked in pen One, we come thru we shit we done shit Know how we roll, quiet storm in a bitch Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine, Nigga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on My shit is like a piece of pussy and hit it long Far from the none, the hot shit to bring the storm Daddy, me and my team we perform like the caddy Keep the chicks with the fat fatties, and we keep the L's burnin Still showin skills and we keep the wheels turning Yo, South Jamaica Queens veteran Lb iv Life, be my tack two better than Chorus: Fuck niggas who dislike me Aiyo talkin that shit, about ya mouth don't excite me All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g Disrespect me, we don't take lightly All ya niggas who dislike me Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g Disrespect me, we don't take lightly [Mr. Cheeks] Everything I write is hot Once had beef with this nigga called Writer's Block Niggas mad, 'cause I do what I gotta do Don't turn ya back, 'cause on the real I made a lot of you I hit these niggas with the hot shit, why not? Supply my label with the hot shit, that I got These peoples try to hold me back, they try to fuck with me I just write another shit, can my love be These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound But once those niggas outta town, yo shit storm now We hear that shit, yo it only makes us hotter The bad motherfuckin niggas got up Up in the whip, yo these niggas on the payroll We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say hoe Yo my shit is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers While I take the shit to different stages Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice I think about this bad bitch I only hit twice My underworld, it still spins like the wheels in No matter what, I'mma still show the skills in You can't stop me, from gettin shit can't fuck around kid Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break All them fake whos that fake moves Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene They help me spit that hot shit get the nine mean While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising Aiyo we still organizing, don't get shit twisted Nigga came late kid, you missed it Aiyo this style is unlisted I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I'm blunted true Give up the house, car, career, and run it too Yeah you said give up the house, car, career and run it too
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