Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz (Spark Meets Dawg Remix)

Yeah

LB fam finally up in this piece

Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'

Want shout out to the Uptown, know what sayin'

Word up

MCA, this is how we do every day

Me and Freaky Tah, ha

Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice

We be gettin' down representin'

So this is how it go

Let me let you know how

It be, in da, G-H-E, double T-O

My name cold

Let me run it down the line

Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind

Who's the best? Who's the worst in this here rap game?

For those that claim to be the best (uh-huh)

I tear them out the frame

I'm representin', puttin' Queens on the map (word up)

Devil's Springs with some baggy jeans when I rap

Come up with a style that they call versatile

Don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for a while

I've seen a lot-a come (come)

I've seen a lot-a go (go), I've seen a lot-a break

I've seen a lot-a blow, ayo

It's a trip to see a nigga slip (uh-huh, nigga)

Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a (you don't even)

You don't even know the half of my crew

To be talking what you're talking and to act like you do

Yo, set it, you fuckin' crossed my line and hit the border

LB fam start attacking, someone's attacking outa order

Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your pits and bats (uh-huh)

And get the gats just in case we take it to the stacks

Shout out to the Jeeps

The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz

To all of my ladies and my men

And all of my peoples in the pen' (my men)

Keep your head up

And to the hood (the hood)

East Coast, West Coast and worldwide

Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la

And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"

Now, nowadays (yeah)

Niggas fronting like they ill (like they' ill)

Now bustin' caps ain't got a muthafucking thing to do with showing skill

Recognize, nigga, what you fronting for?

Oh, I know your style, you've never hit a blunt before

Or you're just another in the race (man, you betta stop)

Fakin' gats, takin' up space

To me you're nothing but a needle in a hay stack

Listen, kid, I've been doing this here from way back

In the day (uh-huh), Ace Deuce Tre (uh-huh), at the best

Up to Zimbabwe, hey, who's the best?

I want the best to come test me (why?)

So I can release some stress from my chest, G (ha)

Is you down (for what?) To go pound for pound

Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round

I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain

Causing confusion to your brain

To the Jeeps (huh)

It's the Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz

To all my ladies and my men

And all of my peoples in the pen'

Keep your head up

And to the hood (the hood)

East Coast, West Coast and worldwide

Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la

And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"

Keepin' shit live for the year '95

I got more niggas in my tribe

Than there'd bees in the beehive

LB fam (huh), every day stay high

Mr. Cheeks (yeah), every day I

Concentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait

Before it's too fuckin' late

The Lost Boyz, yeah, that's who I be's with

That's who I runs with

And who I smoke tress wit

Pack your bags, head outta town

I'll be back around so be gone before sundown

From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks

With techniques for the streets

Over roughneck beats

There's rumors going around about the Cheeks can't remember

I'm the motherfucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw

Talk what you wanna (you wanna), do what you gotta (gotta)

Well, let me tell you something, man, you can't do me nadda

To the Jeeps

The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz

To all my ladies and my men

And all my peoples in the pen'

Yo, keep your head up

And to the hood (the hood)

East Coast, West Coast and worldwide

Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la

And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"

Shout out to the Jeeps (kid, the Jeeps)

The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)

To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)

And all of my peoples in the pen' (huh, ayo)

Keep your head up

And to the hood (the hood)

East Coast, West Coast and worldwide

Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la

And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"

So if you listen to my album

You see that we don't deal with nothin'

But the real deal street life

The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)

To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)

And all of my peoples in the pen' (the pen')

Keep your head up

And to the hood (the hood)

East Coast, West Coast and worldwide (worldwide)

Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la (on la)

And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"