Take A Hike(One) (Album Version|Explicit)-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 niggas locked in pen One, we come thru we sh*t we done sh*t Know how we roll, quiet storm in a b**ch Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine, ni**a take nine up in ya a**, killas get it on My sh*t is like a piece of p**sy and hit it long Far from the none, 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, be my tack two better than Chorus: F**k niggas who dislike me Aiyo talkin that sh*t, 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 ni**a called Writer's Block Niggas 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 niggas with the hot sh*t, why not? Supply my label with the hot sh*t, that I got These peoples try to hold me back, they try to f**k with me I just write another sh*t, can my love be These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound But once those niggas outta town, yo sh*t storm now We hear that sh*t, yo it only makes us hotter The bad motherf**kin 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 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**ch 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 sh*t can't f**k around kid Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break All them fake whos that fake moves Dump that a**, you can't beat me from Lake Views Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene They help me spit that hot sh*t get the nine mean While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising Aiyo we still organizing, don't get sh*t twisted Ni**a 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