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Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time Summer, summer, summer time [Mr. Cheeks] Well listen Summer time in the city Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas Doin anythings on they baggy shorts And kids is having fun in the park But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin "Hi" The folks that don't ride Her hands on the floor head cuz the sun keeps gettin in the rock Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz Strictly t-shirts or the boots Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics Lex, coups, beemers and benz Niggas hangin with they man makin hits We bouncin in the city Chorus: 4X Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city) [Mr. Cheeks] In every borough there's a crew Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew Cuz that's the way that us niggas do With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce The would be throwin jams in the park When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark GG and G tapes are bangin, it's strictly Spigg Nice And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through In 89, cuz them shorties smoke grass too To make a avenue, somethin in god rule 40 be, that is lee, agent I too And to my peoples on the rock 132142, yeah that's the rock See Queens niggas do they thing Champagne and rings don't hold shit, bang real niggas hang in the city Chorus 4X [Mr. Cheeks] It's about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries When new burgers got a lot around the corner See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right? I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south Bounce bounce like that Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok Shorty bouncin with friends 3 piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield So one two, this is how we do Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city Chorus 4X |
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Verse One:
Now I'm in love with these two chicks I don't know which one to pick My feelings for them both are getting thick Now am I wrong cause I don't want to lose none of them Am I confused cause I don't want to chose one of them It's no doubt I think about my honeys everyday It's no question I show my honeys love in every way Possible I once took my shorty to the hospital She cut that hand on glass plus i love that ass Short and sexy lips always wet see I go downtown cause it's fresh plus she lets me Rub it the right way like Johnny Gill would say I'm glad you feel that way sometimes we just chill and lay In the sack I rub her back when we're resting It was love at first sight my confession She know who she is can't say her name Cause if I do I wont be true to my game Word up Chorus: I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women That's word to moms I got two honeys on my arms and I dont want to let none of them go Yo I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women That's word to moms I got two honeys on my arms and I dont want to let none of them go Second Verse: Now, my next one she lives out of state I mean the sex and conversation situation is great Everytime I hit town we make a date And when it's time to chill my shorty cant wait Now I can still remember when we first met eachother Exchanged numbers promised we wont forget eachother Goes to work and school That's cool No doubt that's why a nigga went that route No form foot locker Shorty lookin proper She's out to get me can't stop her Know I had a lover Yo still went for her Even copped a bed and kicks on the strength of her Yo chatted talkin bout see you later From that moment on I knew that I had to date her Couldn't conversate long Shorty had to go back to work Something inside said that will work Chorus Verse Three: I thought I couldn't live with chicks cause they be to demanding Especially the ones that's never understanding Like Who was that? Where you goin? Who you out with? Them same niggas I make moves and I shout with Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up Like they can do better than me Plus I'm fed up I had to tell my main chick that one time Thinkin to me short She thought that I'm Some clown nigga she can scream on and talk to I had to run her down the line this aint no walk through Now who the fuck you think you talkin to chick Your complaining's makin me sick Understand man I tried to do my thing Yo understand I played the puppet on the string Like I say everyday I be there fo rmy friend Good things always come to an end So yo Chorus Verse Four: See the moral of this is that I really do care But I'm not afraid to go there Very unselfish and yes I do share You could have your bitch but you gets nowhere Word She began by saying try after try It's a done deal Now I'm singing byebye All I tried to do was keep you satisfied Never dealing with no others I try To many threats kid Got to let her go Always in your corner Got to let her know As I grab my coat and painfully walked out Hands about to give We talked out I'm feeling pain as it come to an end I said to shorty "I will always be your friend" Now if you ever need me I will be right there I aint going nowhere For real Chorus |
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[Mr. Cheeks]
Yo, we come through like bulls, nigga take two puffs and pass, nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass I back up 3-80 and my stash for protection, family is raged, the world is acting crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled on point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gamble And living in the rotten apple, yo where every core is rotten all my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year of 86 And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion, at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinking Without blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pages I'll rip you from the backyard of ? ... [A+] A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums Rotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out, knockin niggas three times my size out The crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me, I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy For the fast money, I get up in that ass money the fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars, I blow up the spot when it's time to rock I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts Who wanna cipha, I get dumb Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev. Run When it's all said and done, I end the service To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship [Redman] My style is Milk of Magnesia, clutch divide speeding bust the more the merrier, secure the area, my life familiar is ultimate superior we dont jack cars we jack for aircraft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces hymn em like sewing machines and Jesus When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (?) Camarro I get punished like pharaoh for splittin' You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas, because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment The president of chicken head conventions I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest 5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30 Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police she tried swallowing a nine piece forgot the warrantee on false teeth I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's assault and battery like my palms was ever ready sharp as machete's matter of fact I slap (?) ... [Canibus] Canibus brings the sickest drama, fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom Playing with the mic is something I wont do my only concern when I approach you, is to roast you I smoke you and whoever you standing close to and make every man in your crew deny that he knows you defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in by peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers, What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll against the mutha fuckin wall with these raw lyrics I catapult None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle, I go On & On like Erika Badu a hundred times nicer than the best there is twice as African as KRS is, who wanna test this Fuck yall you dont impress me and no one can test me An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock, and apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin I grab mics and push niggas to the left so fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this lyrical genius, I got it sown like a seamstress But if you want to battle, I'm down, If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard I'm the illest from Queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks anyone who aint feeling my shidick can suck my didick You need to quit it, if you aint spitten more than 50 bars per minute cause you aint in lyrical fitness kickin' boring raps with metaphors that's wack all of ya'll mutha fuckas need NordicTrack to get ya weight up, fuckin with Canibus you get ate up get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up been rockin longer than niggas twice my age back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin a fade before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin lifted stickin dick to Eve before she was Adams mistress Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness The Canibus is spitten till' he's spitless 50 bars of total sickness, you wont forget this I'm puttin' every wack Emcee alive on my shit list verbally vicious, tele-connectically gifted took you a minute, to exhibit that I'm sick wit it Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit going once, going twice Sold to that nigga name Canibus Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor hopping out the Hue helicopter to suey chop ya |
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Baby girl, I salute I salute you
For always bein' truthful It may sound lame but I truly adore you And listen I will always go out for you There's nothin' in the world a cat won't do To show that his love is true for you We'll take walks through the park at night Spread love in the dark that's right Once I had mad women on my list On the real none ever made me feel like this I wasn't frontin' when I said that I want you Even though it took some time to confront you We at home in the zone elaboratin' I'm lovin' you, you lovin' me we be marinatin' As long as we keep it tight and build this communication We'll build a stronger foundation chorus: (Sam Jones: I feel your love, it's so love . . .) I ain't afraid to go where some niggas won't (Sam Jones: I feel your love, it's so love . . .) We ain't afraid to do what some niggas won't Put you through hard times but you still stay by my side I provide anything that you want and need But you don't mess with my liquor nor weed Word to moms we could travel this world See youse my wife no longer my girl See people mad at the thing we got Cause we come through the spot lookin' hot, why not Is it a crime at times when I nag you I know shiesty cats that wanna bag you It's all good in my hood I did it too What the hell this cat think he can do for you That I don't, haven't already done I used to deal with wicked chicks I found a steady one As long as we keep it tight, build this communication We'll build a stronger foundation (chorus) I know you've had your flashbacks of what we been through But it's a whole different story when I mean you Make it down to respect and protect you And if any men disrespect you Been through downs and ups, ups and downs I wrote this here from the gut, how that sound I lay it down while my man Chuck sings to you impressions I bring to you glamourous life only for the wife So others never give it baby livin' trife Cherishin' all the moments that's excitin' It's probably all of that cause I live fightin' If you feelin' bored get your thing on If I really didn't know you why'd I ring on As long as we keep it tight and build this communication We'll build a stronger foundation (chorus, repeat until end) |
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Yo yo now now now now When I wake up before I gather up my pens I shine up my fronts I give a Dutch for all my mens throw on some Marvin Gaye I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes Tec to the sky see how mom's is always bitchin' I'm done buffin' got my cheese my pen & paper it's time for me here to prepare my caper I written it down the line & now a ring is on my phone it's my nigga Spigg Nice he tellin' me he in the zone Yo I got the liquor the grain fool let's make a tape I'm caught up in my own zone can't really escape I ran it down the line as Easy Mo played the song He checked my five he said to me yo later on about an hour passes about my loosey deuce deuce & my tinted glasses I got the bike that I copped from my younger cousin cause that cat is up in class like a nickel & he wasn't I'm concentratin' on these moves that I'ma soon be makin' and once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin' See my man Pop or Die from the block niggas wearin' ? reverse as we handle barred it to the block See certain situations happen when you caught up in the 'hood in the game of rappin' You see scrappin' now leads to cappin' we used to have each other's back what the fuck happened? Stupid Yo fuck it Anyway Mary ?Easter? record store walked to the back now let me get a four Exit from the spot everybody know what's hot you get yours on & soon as you see 'em the thieves turn the block Jump on them right now when niggas chillin' if you ever sported it you know how I'm feelin' Cracked open my St. Ides took a squig as Mama Blackwell whispered You got it this time He represents my Crew You represent my Crew We represent my Crew Represent your Crew He represents my Crew You represent my Crew We represent my Crew Yo represent yours Crew [A+] Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A+ get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks We LB families niggas don't understand us lyrical scanner diagnosin' niggas with cancer you got a problem I got the answer Twin Glocks goin' bananas buckin' innocent bystanders son the total sum is a mathmatical function I used to get suspended for keepin' the class jumpin' Had the blackboard with the chalk in my hand Mr. Cheeks snatched the thieves off the Canibus plan watched the crowd get amped while they scream & chant it's ill hot they can't keep still like a fire drill We desire mils from 97 until firin' high caliber steel on this battlefield Son, Long Isle's my Crew Campstead is my Crew Parkside is my Crew Lost Boyz is my Crew Group Home is my Crew Everyone is my Crew Reebok's my Crew It's worldwide my Crew [Canibus] (overlaps last line) Strictly out for the fortune & fame I entertain for my personal gain rock the gold chains big enough to cause neck pains Canibus is my name I be the last one to set it You could find my name in the Lost Boyz album credits if you open up & look at the cover you'll see Cop killin' Queens in this mothafucker and we all represent the Group Home click L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z for the 96 and as the clock ticks record sales climb I remember when them niggas first got signed fuckin' with Uptown bustin' they ass e'ryday from "Lifestyles" to "Jeeps" to "Renee" Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York top ten on ya Soundscan report Yo who woulda thought these four nappy headed niggas woulda got a article in Billboard For hard work produces results and I'ma keep rockin' 'til the day somebody stops my pulse so yo tally up it's the Lost Boyz Crew Mr. Cheeks, Taliek, Spigg Nice, & Pretty Lou My Crew Yeah, East Coast myyy Crew West Coast myyy Crew The whole World myyy Crew Group Home myyy Crew Lost Boyz myyyy Crew Lost Boyz myyyy Crew Lost Boyz myyyy Crew L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z myyy Crew ahhhh (my crew) Yo for the 97 AFRICA, JAMAICA, ALASKA, AFRICA I smoke trees with my... Yo 'cause I beez with my... |
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Freaky Tah: Now...now...now now now now
Mr. Cheeks: Queen's Most Wanted...shout outs to the Bandit baby RIP. We represent the LB to the day we die Run with Lou Spigg Nice Freaky Tah Ha ha it's Group Home Management there. Shout outs to Big ? and Big Chuck. Shout out to the Packers baby get that moneeey. Yo yo yo yo... Hear you better get the seeds when you livin' inside the Rotten Apple peoples know Queens be the chapel I lay my laws score bounce with my man come through wet plus seven ?? now hollered all the ?Yen? but first of all I laid in the cut and peeped out these cats guess what? I'm on the streets scramblin' I'm inside the crib writin' Sleeps durin' the day creeps when it's night & I get my tunes together kid and we be zonin' before you know it's like 5 in the morning Now go on home until we done with these beats Hot 97 it callin' up Scoop what it be? Nothin' really kid bouncin' with My Crew City lights glistenin' listenin' to you Peeped yo' topic & we heard that girl ask that chick What's Wrong with this world For real... What's wrong with the way I live for the loot they refuse to give (4x) [Cheeks] I'm just ya Ordinary Guy get high make my trees do my things handle my resposi-bilities and I swing with my peeps (peoples) late night hit the streets solo creeps gettin' busy in be-tween the sheets That's how we do get this money and yo run our shit got my guns shiesty muthafuckas wanna end me & my team mad cause they ain't got what we got so they come tryin' to blow up the spot Hear we got skills plus we got gats plus we got a click that's fuckin' quick to react I lay low where my head be besides the loot I got niggas tryin' to jack me I tell cats that I can't fuck around now I gotta chill nigga hold the fort down now Niggas still always tryin' to fuckin' put shit in the game on & off stage it's all the same Word up... Chorus To all my peeps that's young & old yes indeed man I hope we all achieve the goal to succeed & be all we can be I recommend that you defend 'til the end G Now basically I'm seein' younger cats dead in years before my younger cats was older cats sheddin tears Seen my peoples caught up in the mix Black some people say that there's no way to fix that Younger cats get your knowledge education get this here we didn't get that information as you can see I'm just an older cat gettin' down send my message through my livin' plus I'm ? sound Besides man I runs with the LB in 97 there's nothin' you can tell me Word up I only represent the way that I be livin' worked hard but they stills not givin' Word up... Chorus (2x) Don't go try changin' my liife (2x |
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| 4:30 |
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All my ladies and mens this evening
We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night (Mr. Cheeks) It's my first night in this spot I can't front people jump okay it's rather hot I'm with my brother, while roll he went and got the mole He said he'll meet us at the party, yeah we just did the show Now all my peeps is on the floor and they bouncin The Lost Boyz is in the house, they're announcing (announcing) We getting lifted with these honeys that we just met They're dime pieces but ain't slidin with us yet We gots to get our stroll on, hit the floor once See eye to eye, he's on his way, he's bringin more pound No need for my team to front in profile Two shorties flirtin with Freaky Tah and B-Wild I see my niggaz in suit, and he's chattin with This genuine fine ass man (ass man) Yo kid, I love it when my mind is in the right mist If you with me throw your elves up like this Everybody now (Chorus w/ variations: Mr. Cheeks) All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night (Mr. Cheeks) Yo shortie hop with the DK and Y all night I think I'll walk over there and get my cry on She playin hard to get, but when I get that I'ma take it to the S's son I hit that I can see it in the eyes, cause they don't lie She's tryin hard to resist baby don't try Now grab your drink come close to me It's only right and that's way it's supposed to be Now we loungin, chillin in the VIP Got my nigga Ref and Bink with me G Money & Jeff Star they at the bar LB fam will, gear up to par Off the boo and the Queens, shreed and the cuts We represent fam nigga what Givin love to everybody walkin by Throw your elves in the air if you high (Chorus w/ variations: Mr. Cheeks) All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night (Mr. Cheeks) Now I'm wanderin who I'm goin home with I got two chicks but only one is owned with I got the whip down South plus some toe up A favorite motherfucker safe from the floor up Now the second one's hot cause she got class See the first one's butt, she ain't got ass Like she do, now you know how we do We only fuck with the beat that will feed you Now do I have to tell you what I did? Grab my coat, cause shorties in a slid to her diner, we got our eat on You know my style kid; I got my treat on So now we back at the last smokin Cannabis, Sativa To the bone of the receiver Put some sounds on as we end the herb End and that, then again, this world (Chorus w/ variations: Mr. Cheeks) All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night All my ladies and mens this evening We can do this all night |
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(MC's Voice) Awww yeah, party people you lookin' good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I'm talkin' about we got the Old school flavor & the New school flavor Somethin' new from the LB Fam I'm the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party. Cheeks drop it on 'em... Verse 1 Yo the situations I'm in it seem my life's out of order escape place my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen' start my reminiscin' realize that there's mad Fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears no doubt we lost many peers Mom Dukes held it down many years Now many chumps came & left when my Pop Dukes split no doubt I had it bad as a kid but held it down no ? to the school meetin' slugger now everything's cool 155 niggas kept it live no doubt Mr. Tel is comin' down to roll out We S'in (Smokin') out all the time in the yard all nine talkin' 'bout that car's mine Young niggas growin' up in the city enjoyed the streets 'cause at home things was shitty My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down & hurt her not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder Pro Players & weeds under Christmas trees Gramma said there'll be days like these Now when my Granpops passed away what can I say? A nigga flips still to this day I'm gettin' high drinkin' whiskey with the thugs now I'm on the Van with my man sellin' drugs now I'm in my zone Chorus You see there's 8 million stories in the spot I'm from LB Fam never stop 'til the job gets done Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say Hot ass grams but it still be them Games we play (repeat) Verse 2 In Junior High me & Lou we dressin' neater I'm on the special with Taliek master skeeter At hooky parties gettin' tipsy with the bangdods O E Newports chicken wings & french fries Knuckleheads S'in out on the school trips not into liquor at the time but took a few sips I'm gettin' life on young plan of makin' G's gettin' dough from shovelin' snow & rakin' leaves Politicin' on the Van with the old cats pushin' plush Cadillacs holdin' cold gats I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G. His reply get yo' money don't be like me I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame I hustle to survive in the game (I know) nothin' else but hustlin' & scramblin' jailtime, bustin' & gamblin' My main chick is on 'caine now I mean she ain't actin' the same now I seen mad niggas in the game style but the key to survival is maintain pal Yo when I get enough cheese I'm gone until then life goes on &on &on &on &on Chorus Verse 3 Yo, eighteen years of age gettin' green on the scene in front of Coliseum vibin' with the team Organized the lab different chicks same cab skills in the dice nice with the jab I'm gettin' money baggin' honeys in the acres officials out to make a Queen's money makers ride around in stolen jeeps Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang never go against the grain Now durin' that time we's makin' no cash sayin' that this shit can't last Came up with this plot to get mad cheese right or wrong we's official LB'z Lost a lot of Fam' on the road to success Rest In Peace God Bless Chorus knowhatImean Mr. Sexxx Queen's Most Wanted Luv Bug Starski a ha a ha. LB Fam Group Home be the click knowhatImean |
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| 4:04 |
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Chorus 2X: Freaky Tah Microphone cheka one two one two East Coast, West Coast, this is we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from it's where you at! [Freaky Tah] My names Talik, I bust a new improved shoes Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip Don't let me go, cuz I start to sweat Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get? Then I start lemon and top, more to get? Got it now I have, time to wet Up his crib, that's on the block Niggas wild up in silence, they on the block It's me Freaky Tah, I'm lookin at you man My man slide over there yeah he pat you man On you back and he be smilin Niggas they be thinkin they be wildin I roll with my nigga P Double P If you zonin with him, you zonin with me If you peepin at them, then you peepin at me I represent the L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z, now now Chorus 2X [Freaky Tah] Niggas wanna zone out? let me zone in I'mma set it off from the bigga in It's me Freaky Tah, and I set it Niggas be buggin, doodoo brown they sweat it I throw on my hoodies, my villain boots Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop Puttin my fingers in the A&R face Get off my face, yo get in the race Black matter fact, yo this is where it's at This is where it be now, you know me know It's the L-O to the S, T B-O-Y, Z make the def hear by see Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas they be buggin LB Fam attack Now listen to I said it, I said it all good I be buggin up in ya neighborhood Chorus 2X [Freaky Tah] Niggas sayin Lost Boyz ain't nuthin but fakes You got your team and they aint nuthin but snakes Never got shot, never ever caught a case You talk behind my back, but then you smile in my face You a fly cat now, cuz you pushin a beemer Lipe pone eye, you aint nuthin but a schemer What u workin wit? be the fuckin feds Ty-Ty, sue this, two to your head You know the times, you know the deal Front me and let's pack the steel and steal You scared as hell, all I want to do You better get me cuz I'm out to get you One on on, yo that's how I do I'm sneaky Freaky Tah, I'm from the Lost Boyz Crew Now one for the tremble, two for the bass Niggas smilin wylin, get out my face Chorus 2X |
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| 5:28 |
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(Queens Most Wanted)
"Yo Black B, what's the deal? What's popping?" "Ain't nothing" "Aight, what's the deal? We got to get this paper y'all This cat had to come through or something" "I hope his paper's is long" "Aight, youknowI'msayin? I got this cat about to come up here though I'ma tell you about it later, (mumbles) oh shit is real Aight catch ya" (*Freaky Tah says "Now" several times*) (Mr. Cheeks) I'm in this tight situation I'm at this chicks crib uptown Niggaz try to come through and lock me down Now it seems like a set-up and niggaz try to wet me from the door Half a second of gun blaze then I'm in my detour Shot through the glass hit the balcony How could she set me up like that? I caught my balance, shot back I'm jettin down the fire escape I started sprayin I'm takin five steps at a time enemy is gaining on me, my niggaz tried to warn me when my steppin It's good though cause on a low a nigga had his weapon I'm jettin down this dead end thrill I hit the street I got no jacket on my back But I got my Tim's on my feet when my life broke across me back against the wall I'm lookin for my enemies I'm searchin for them all No bullets being fired so now a nigga's jettin to the corner that's where most of the people settin I break-away my burner now I'm searchin for the train The only motherfucker with no coat I'm in the rain There's beef walkers walkin I gotta play it cool Even though he's firm with that I walk covered up my jewel I'm in a tight situation?(*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*) (Queens Most Wanted) "Black B the shit went down world wide B" "Word, what happened?" "Yo nigga started mouthing off I don't know if nigga's still breathing All I know is that I made moues" "Well yo, 8 moues I'ma need you my fault I'll meet you there" "Aight" (Mr. Cheeks) ...real in this battlefield violence being born Get your shit in a year, but prepare for war Now I peep this grocery store I'm off the train station I ain't showin nobody love I'm holdin no conversation I cop me a (???) a few Dutch's now I'm out That's Queens for some ammo, no doubt I jetted down the staircase purchased me a Togan I gave the freak a smirk listen jerk I'm not joking Now listen money, can you tell that me to the E, hey? I'm going through this bullshit at 3:53 in the morning Word to moms I can't believe she tried to hit me I knew something was fishy but she said she comin to get me Talkin about my work and talkin she bring me back but on the low I didn't notice she'll be robbing when the jack I'm sittin on the train I feel the wind with my brain across some dirt I'm in the zone I got my motherfuckin crumpy murdy niggaz lookin at me they owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and such fuck them niggaz I lit up my bone jumped in the nine niggaz know what I mean I'm in my Queens State of mind Jumped off the rock-away it's just a block away from Planners The block is rather hot they got surveillance tapes and cameras I seen none of my peeps up on the streets so I keep movin He follows with de-cursing em I know that some of my crew been hurt My mind need a touch I roll a touch up while I'm walkin I take a step for step dolo Dutch and my toilets and my cells Can't put my finger on just what happened Me and shorty actin in the ghetto tappin and then they clappin (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) Yo it's real in this battlefield this shit is raw they told us Like we did but?prepare for war Yo in tight situations, life and death decisions The nine mill lookin over head at the losers Yo it's real in this battlefield violence being born Yo get your life in gear but prepare for war Yo it's tight situations, life and death decisions Nine mills with the livin dead Yo is that how you handle your businesses Yo still in this battlefield violence being born But yo shitty year but prepare for war (Mr. Cheeks) It's 12 am the next day, the best day Niggaz at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ay We got this spannable at 10 and really war Jack Deanal's headline, man it's time to score I'm in Terran from the spot where I went out Smoke about the situation that re-meant out Now each man on the corner now he watchin me I forgots he poppin anybody tryin to stop the shit Perfect, shorties asleep didn't even hear me creep Now keep it fellas it gets deep Lit up from motherfucker nail, smacked in the real When she rose I had to cease the deal Before she could reply threw the gun down her throat Threw the bits in the yolk its no joke I'm a infamous person then I put five in her Then take my cats out to dinner (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) These tight situations, life and death decisions Nine mills are livin dead is head or head collisions It's real in this battlefield violence being born Get your life in gear but prepare for war See it's tight situations, life and death decisions Nine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions Man it's real in this battlefield violence is born Get your shit in gear but prepare for war Work hard work hard (Mr. Cheeks) This is all you wannabe? Motherfuckers settin the glock Always got the track, which is never, cause, this is the track We all right though I still got my track on haha If I ever get my track on the catwalk then I got some LB fam Like on this right here LB fam why don't you share like this '97 Queens Most Wanted, knahI'msayin? Once before got booed, we keep the track for fam rolls It's funk rap you know baby, we takin y'all shit Two homies maddest man knahI'msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down Word up, lay shots do whatever you do nigga Get your life on and all them niggaz that's worrying about the fuck you doing Mind your FUCK-in business, word to moms Tear yo, to the real motherfuckers knahI'msayin? Not to the fake motherfuckers You know the fake motherfuckers that smile then go behind your back shit on you right? You know them? I know that nigga too I've, motherfuckers know what's wrong with that nigga I'll beat that nigga ass Yo all my niggaz say: Beat that nigga ass (beat that nigga ass) That's my word, we gonna beat his ass We don't give a fuck man you gotta lick no shots Throw your hands nigga what's the deal? You tight, we tight too, man... |
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(Intro: Bink)
Yo, you ready by there? All right, One Shot Deal Productions Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens LB FAM (Mr. Cheeks) YouknowhatI'msayin? Number one man bandit! Shout-outs to JB, can't forget my man J Mose Some of that Gangsta Flex, my man Sexy Flex moved out I can't forget my man JR, what, what Say no more, Scott, Big L, my man, what, WHAT Hahaha, it's all real, it's Lost Boyz baby This how we do now, back now, you on this here now (Mr. Cheeks) Yo, yo, yo a nigga like me is in this here rap game Niggaz actin like Mr. Cheeks ain't the same But first of all I make cash moves outta state And I can't help but if my shit is tryin to go platinum Lately, you see my team is X-rated Ah, the deal, peoples know how I feel I still love my family and friends Just because I'm bouncin in and out of state, and we collectin ends They think shit has change, like up the words Psst, this is some ex shit that sounds absurd I be spendin cash on everybody I know (I KNOW) So don't act like I know (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) This is how we do Represent for my fam and crew My man Bink got that shit that makes me smoke and drink We tickle bitches pink, bring the feathers Yeah everybody we know how we do Everyday we smoke, we drink the brew Bounce with the peoples that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 Everybody just know how we do Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew Bounce with the crews that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 (Mr. Cheeks) Yo, yo, yo my brothers Freaky Tah you be getting high And that's, no mother, fuckin lie Until the day I die, I'ma always puff lye Niggaz, take care of people, still some tough guys Yeah, yeah you right, I run with my mens We be in the caravan countin up the Trans kid Or sold the fifty dollar bill We be givin competition, your motherfuckin cheddar's Fuck what you wear, rap ain't about rappin about your clothes No wooly I suppose that you're ill Kid I gotta, see your skill, I got that shit to pay the rent and shit to pay the bills So yo, stop the maddest, my crews not the baddest I tuck em in the night craner, blood rollin We can't fuck with no glasses?(SO YO, WHAT'S WITH THOSE SHORTIES YO YO THOSE CORNERS & THOSE REGULARS, WORD UP) 꿣ring the corpses, yeah (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) Everybody know how we do Everyday we smoke, we drink the brew Bounce with the peoples that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 Everybody just know how we do Everyday we smoke, we drink the brew Bouncin with my people that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 (Mr. Cheeks) Be the star of your show, show be your star I rip niggaz when I come to the bar Order me a JD, niggaz lookin shady at me and my team and my main ladies Stop that, you need to just chill See I'm that nigga with the real rap skill I'ma drop a bomb and I, stay calm and I even if I handle fire alarm Cause I stay in situations Niggaz be fuckin with only food dilations That's all around town, we get down First of all, you best to make a call and I'll, I'll be, comin, aiyyo I got this mans spot you should've filled up drummin My man Bink make me wanna bounce Puff on the lye and drink a forty-ounce One more time now? (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) Everybody know how we do Everyday we smoke and drink the brew Bounce with the people that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 Everybody just know how we do Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew Bounce with my people that love to have fun We've been getting down since Day 1 (Outro: Mr. Cheeks) Word up, shit that's your own fuckin, move us KnowI'msayin, e'rybody that's livin All my niggaz that's locked down keeps ya fightin Word up, gotta keep it tight, like this one time We represent Queens it's NYC representers Yo, yo Queens Most wanted is in the house My man Rob, he's in the house My man QB, he's in the house My motherfuckin Bink Gator's in the house No doubt, what, what (we in the house) My man Spank G he in the house It's, it's Freaky Tah he in the house My man Pretty Lou he in the house My whole main Compton crew, bounce Everybody is outside, bounce All of my niggaz upstate, bounce All of my niggaz downstate, bounce All of my boyz outta state, bounce |
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| 4:44 |
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('Why' shouted through out the whole song)
[Mr. Cheeks] They won't let us do no shows in New York They won't even let us fuckin talk They say Lost Boyz be a gang Nah man we just do our thing Why we always in the cut sometime Why we always sleep on bud sometime Word I be askin myself that While I turn my cat to the back While I freestyle and rap And watch them sharks that bite Why god take me to Queens ville Why them fuckin did what they did I see B-Wild gettin down Cocoa B, and J-Drama's in town I rep-re-sent my crew Spigg Nice, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou I represent South Jamaica what? Me and my team we'll gettin ya gut Stay trees with the fam all day Write my name on the complex hallway At my mans spot, where he be chillin at Throw ya L's in the sky if you feelin that My man got me in the bread right now My mans got me in it write now Chorus: Why, why, why (4X) [Freaky Tah] Aiyo, I'm choppin at Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou Why you forgot the Fudge crew? Why you forgot Lincoln BLVD? Why you forgot my niggas that's hard? Why you forgot the playas the pimp? Why you forgot my nine up dicks? Why you forgot the whole world? My little man, my girl Why you think I jay walk? Because Shakwan, Shane and more Why you forgot Droi too? The guy, killer bee, wild shroom My man Mutt, and my nigga named Dew And ACaf from the 134 crew My niggas Jug and Drama Aiyo why I love my mama Why I love buddha? Aiyo why that broad I shoot her? Because she had my money Laughin thinkin it's funny Took my daughter and all of my money from My safe and yo I have none 'in' Im broke and I'm fucked up, see? Aiyo that boy, he tried to stink me? I'm sneaky Freaky Tah And niggas ask me why I be yellin so much Cuz I get a strike just the right touch On this track I get spelming Shorties don't wanna mess around me Aiyo get and shake that doodoo brown man Aiyo Tah, I like the way you sound man You just represent your area Aiyo I hope I aint scarin ya Aiyo how we do? I dare eya To get up in our fuckin area This is how I do in New York For 97 there's no time to talk Niggas lickin school faces and all that This is how we do, we gon play and ball black On the courts we get down and Niggas don't wanna mess around me Haha, way to sound man LB we creepin to your town (Why shouted) |
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this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac this goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall your life is how you living kid just give it your all we strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times much respect to your hood love is love that's all good the plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining but that's all we know cause from the street we got the training CHORUS this be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours how hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours instead of bringing ?crime ills? and senseless wars you niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores you talk of revolution but you're very much afraid take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid direct it to the world because we all need peace we all livin in the belly of the beast VERSE 2 - Mr. Cheeks yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason all the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing mom dukes on welfare ghetto love no more we share you rising to the top but then get hit from the rear one night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me a 13-year old could just up, and end me if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand now does that make shorty rock the man? not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2 good fellaz it's more than what they motherfuckers tell us now if a cop got shot someone's caught the same night that's the bullshit you motherfuckin right so take heed to what I say, LB Fam pray in they own way to the motherfuckin day CHORUS VERSE 3 - Queens Most Wanted 2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain they both did they thing went platinum in the game at home where I zone there's a TV I watch BET, MTV, video, music box it bugs me out for real I'm in the zone kid that's ill it only goes to show up in the rap game it's real it's just a little something on my mind how I feel now niggaz kick raps, and caps get peeled kid I thought we was rhymin man fuck that actin tough enough is enough let's dead that East and West stuff I'm callin niggaz bluff yo my rap game be tuff let's take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss I'm tryin to live a hundred plus in this crazy world to hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl look here we tryin to make it but they tryin to hold us back that's why I'm speakin my opinion on this track the media they tryin to throw dirt in the game but me and my fam we found ways to explain throughout the pain I try to gain and keep the shit the same it's quite strange how these cats keep playin games CHORUS |
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