Take a Hike (One) lyrics

by

Lost Boyz


[Mr. Cheeks]
It's time to show minds once again
Bunch of friends, yo sh*t here will never end
So top tennin all n*ggas locked in pen
One, we come thru kid we get we done sh*t
All these n*ggas know how we roll, quiet storm, and us n*ggas
Keep the fire arms, light the charm in the hot whips
Bottom line, we got the shine, n*ggas try to take mine
n*gga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on
My sh*t is like a piece of pus*y and hit it long
Far from the norm, the hot sh*t 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, peep my tattoo' letterin'

Chorus:
f*ck n*ggas who dislike me
Aiyo talkin that sh*t, about ya mouth don't excite me
All ya fake n*ggas need to take a hike, g
Disrespect me, we don't take lightly
All ya n*ggas who dislike me
Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me
All ya fake n*ggas 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 n*gga called Writer's Block
n*ggas mad, cuz I do what I gotta do
Don't turn ya back, cuz on the real I made a lot of U
I hit these n*ggas with the hot, f*ck it, why not?
Supply my label with the hot sh*t, that I got
These peoples try to hold me back, they tryna f*ck me
I just write another sh*t, can my love be
These clown n*ggas, wanna come around and give us pound
But once those n*ggas outta town, yo sh*t storm now
We hear that sh*t, yo it only makes us hotter
The bad b*tch ya'll n*ggas want, us n*ggas got her
Up in the whip, yo these b*tches on the payroll
We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say ho
Yo my sh*t is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers
While I take the sh*t to different stages

Chorus

[Mr. Cheeks]
In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice
I think about this bad b*tch I only hit twice
My underworld, it still spins like the wheels man
No matter what, I'mma still show the skills fam
You can't stop me, from gettin sh*t can't f*ck around kid
Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin came to break
All them fake crews that fake moves
Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views
Me and my pen and pad team sound like high beam
They help me spit that hot sh*t, get what I mean?
While ya n*ggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising
Aiyo we still organizing, don't get sh*t twisted
n*gga 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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