Focus lyrics

Artist  : Frankie Cutlass 
Song : Focus



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[Featuring Lost Boyz M.O.P.]
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)
*chorus*
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]
*repeat
except brackets*
You got a team of real niggaz
in the room smokin trees
Us niggaz 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 niggaz 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,
aiyyo
*chorus*
(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, M.O.P., 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,
Hometeam
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 niggaz
keep it
thorough
In the ghetto, my Empire Strikes
Back
How About Some Hardcore? Yeah we like it
raw! Keep it like that
*chorus*