Focus

What what nigga? LB Fam, Frankie Cutlass Nine-six, Queens most wanted (word up) Frankie Cutlass (Frankie Cutlass) This is how we do (how we do) Focus goin' on, everybody in my crew From Spig Nice to Tah to my man Pretty Lou Check it, Queens escapes Put the shit on DAT and a tape One time check it out baby boy now (check it out now) Focus your mind on this Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother shit (and that's real) Focus your mind on this Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother shit You got a team of real niggas in the room smokin' trees Us niggas stayin' blunted the most wanted LB'z My family connections blows through East Circuit My team is whom I work with, we must stay alert kid 'Cause nowadays niggas glorify how they be massin' We in the Jeep Passin' cheeba peep 'em as they assin' Out in the game, what's the reason why you came? To have these bitches be like askin' you a season in your brain Flashin' jewels, talkin' blastin' if he pack the tools I got a Glock to cock back to knock 'em, flat out your shoes Not no, Big Willie puffin Dutches not Phillie We packin' bubbly act up and we smack a nigga silly The name is Mr Cheeks I keep the dough get on the low stroll Take you to the Essence get my swerve on like the pros do Baggin' bitches makin' money bounce without my crews In nine-six motherfuck power moves, Ey yo Focus your mind on this Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother shit (Mashin' out!) No doubt, body wreck squad bringin' it hard And get charged, to rip shows in half, word to God With clientele like a crack spot, me and my man dwell "Fat blocks and rain sail from in jail to Ascott" So yo, focus your mind on this Nobody move and nobody get they wig twist We real, still packin' blue steel Knockin' brothers way up off of the top of the hill Brownsville, MOP, Queens you know Let them motherfuckers all bo bo bo bo bo! Yo I set shit, come correct with, fat raps that Rapidly fire like a infra tech spit I'm trying to make it happen, no time for wishin To tax at least a million is my lifetime mission so In God we trust, Firing Squad we bust Plus we must roll with the rough, Home team Teflon, Billy, and Fame, mad Swingas to bring That South 9 triple beam dream you been lookin' for Firing Squad blowin' it up And if you ain't tight on the mic You ain't right shut the fuck up Now, we represent in some of the illest situations And some of the illest places, what happens up "in demonstrations" Stayin' down, so you can't see who we are Yo, everyday trigger nigga nucca fuck a rap star Big up to all street borough Brothers from Brooklyn to my rocket launcher packin' Bronx niggas Keep it thorough In the ghetto, my Empire Strikes Back How About Some Hardcore? Yeah we like it raw! Keep it like that Focus your mind on this Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother shit