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    "Supposed To" Lyrics

    Mr. Cheeks feat. Floetry

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    New York City
    Whats Going On
    What you been up too
    Yeah I know
    Bunch a niggaz nunning around with throw-backs and fitteds on
    Niggaz know who started the game man
    You know once niggaz start doin you
    You got to do something else
    Ya know what I'm saying
    Do bigger better things
    Switch lanes with big and better rings on niggaz
    Big nigga shit
    Fuck em

    [Verse 1]
    Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep
    Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep
    L-B-N-Y-G your local heat clappers
    Pass the pill man I'm fillin ill
    I'm sick of all you cheap rappers
    Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash
    The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass
    I put ya bitch niggaz on from the start yo
    Plus I am the wizard that gave you your heart so
    I bust a few shots off all ya get still
    I run this shit motherfuckers you just lives here
    Never wanted problems it wasn't necessary
    But I'm a bury niggaz quick fast in a hurry
    These fuckers think I'm something sweet because I love the women
    Ok these niggaz want problems its problems that I'm giving
    The crack started us off the hook and don't look for trouble
    This lifestyle I live it we give it to you double

    The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with
    Tote my slang with lets give that dude the same shit
    The guns pop off of those that come to close to
    The fam niggaz track you strike back, yo we supposed to

    The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with
    Tote my slang with shit give that dude the same shit
    The guns pop off of those that come to close to
    The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to

    [Verse 2]
    These new niggaz run around like they been done it
    You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted
    I gotta team in every borough New York nigga
    Watch how you talk, watch where you walk nigga
    These jumps wear their steak suits so lets eat 'em up
    They ain't worth it because I let our bitches beat 'em up
    Fuck the star shit I'm up in the bar with
    Cast a hustle of the prove we got muscle man
    Before you haters out there that can't see me
    Mad because your girlfriend bump my CD
    Your read easy live with your corny stash
    Or get gun up when we run up on your corny ass
    Back up off us nigga you the softest
    Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers
    Flash back shell-toe thick strings and jewelery
    RIP to Freaky-Tah Mike and Cooly-B


    [Verse 3]
    I keeps a Yankee fitted on tracks is spitted on
    I have no problems showing mine we can get it on
    Its never hate believe me its strictly fact yo
    Your corny rap flow match your corny rap show
    Shine ahead niggaz time to get niggaz
    How y'all coming with that bullshit you spit niggaz
    Take a time out you really not moving nothing
    Killing me with your fronting like your moving something
    To them so called friends of mine that gayed out
    You niggaz played out I'm glad you niggaz stayed out
    Fuck the crab shit the best of friends is living well
    I know you niggaz see me doing me I'm giving hell
    Pass the mic crew never did like you
    Getting comfortable niggaz ain't invite you
    You lame niggaz I'm as hot as a flame niggaz
    You know why I'm in this game niggaz


    [Verse 4: Floetry]
    This cowards walking with a complex here
    We drop him so quick we from the crib to the film set
    Ain't nothing new about the soul or new about your flow
    If you want your stripes you got to earn them yo
    This goes out to you and you and you
    And if you feel it in your heart yo it must be true
    Walk how you walk and do what you do
    Live while you live we're the proof so we're supposed to

    This song was submitted on February 4th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Douglas Fraser Edwards, Garfield Duncan, Natalie Stewart, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Thomas David Richardson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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