Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unanimous Decision, artist - Mr.CheeksDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unanimous Decision |
| Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with |
| My nigga says, ?Got me shit, to help me spit with? |
| Me and my crew, man, we don’t got the same dimes |
| Don’t got the same style, don’t got the same rhymes |
| Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager |
| Say, ?I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha? |
| I’m in the strap game tight, I’m in the mix of things |
| Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came |
| Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' |
| You reppin' Queens nigga, I’m reppin' East New York |
| We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' |
| Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin |
| Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough |
| On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face |
| Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel |
| I just met him but I be tossin' |
| Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it |
| With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas |
| They think they doin' them, they really doin' me |
| They think they doin' R O L Q L E |
| They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight |
| Ay yo I’m back up in this game as if I’m Frank White |
| It’s time to give it to these niggas, kid it’s really time |
| No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme |
| Fuck from a dummy nigga, it’s nothin' funny nigga |
| We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga |
| The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm |
| You thought G was gone and now you see it’s on |
| I keep it really raw, that’s how we give it to 'em |
| I’m holdin' down my G’s we need to get to doin' |
| I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me |
| I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me |
| Ay yo let’s get this money, let’s stash some real estate |
| No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate |
| It’s no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us |
| Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us |
| On twenty inches now, with my tens down |
| I push a truck now, don’t give a fuck now |
| I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me |
| You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me |
| Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me |
| I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me |
| Niggas know how I get down, how I do |
| I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew |
| Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga |
| Dynamic duo, you’s a slim grim, I’m holy chulu |
| The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together |
| Yo I’m a field jacket, yo I’m a butter leather |
| That’s how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn |
| Once again shit is on, can we gone |
| C’mon, c’mon |