Focus

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