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from Lost Boyz - Lb Iv Life (1999)
Chorus: QB
It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks We got no time for these dicks (Push the hot whips) Burn trees, drink hennecy When I die you'll remember me So when I'll die you'll remember me This be some real life ghetto shit [LG] Niggas thinkin shit is sweet But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak And don't get caught asleep with some with a freak Cuz the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief [Mr. Cheeks] I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkin Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they had to run up on him A new asshole, they chon him [LG] These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meat Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat No matter where we go, never know if we got beef [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che Listen, nigga play your position You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in [LG] Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hard I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large Charge cards, your garage for my truck My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck up! [Mr. Cheeks] Yo fuck the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with I love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymes I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime [LG] And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son? Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of prison We miss 'em Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us What's the deal god, they hard to find us Be prepared to feel my nine bust Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be But youse afraid to even come see [LG] Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with Timbs The streets are dims, the heats on hits The freak are pimps, the hood livin Where bummy niggas gotta lie to dough I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them hoes [Mr. Cheeks] Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix Rather be judged by twelve, then carried by six I need the fix [LG] Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative Hey yo, they mad cuz I made it, I'm glad that they hate it Blow them away, coin toss, throw her away Put your clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch! Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] My hot outta stay drips Lead the hot outta stay chicks The shorty named toots push the six Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy Aiyo some more she wanna give me? [LG] And you can catch me in the city spinnin 5 A.M., window crack with my teeth grinnin With the sight, straight livin While I'm lookin at these pretty women Crossin the light, they lookin at me Like this niggas winnin, I know they hate me Chorus |
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from Lost Boyz - Lb Iv Life (1999)
It's LB Fam, right or wrong
You really thought that we was gone? (2X) [Mr. Cheeks] My lifestyles about trees, stay jiggy on the scene Pocket full of green, push a whip, that's me No need for me to floss, I keep my shit up on the low A pair a timbs, some hards and a niggas good to go I let my wifey shine, she's representin me We got a baby girl, it's something she's meant to see I'm livin life, day to day, bullets richochet Inside my lab is where me and my weed and my liquor stay [Freaky Tah] Cat's set it off Thinkin about it Know LB's far from soft And we don't take no lost, in the game Told them niggas, they... [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo we stay hibernatin waitin to get them off Sit back and watch them fall, let the weed hit them off In cause, you haven't noticed, my team is off the meters In ceelo, not craps, and we on the rap repeaters And if you feel you can defeate us, meet us in the center Somebody's gettin slayed, don't be afraid to enter Bring it to the worst, I bring it to the best But that be dead, frontin here's something for ya chest Chorus 2X: It's LB Fam, right or wrong We bring the thunder and the storm You really thought that we were gone? Aiyo it's time to get it on [Mr. Cheeks] I bring my skills to any session Aiyo who feels that they the best? Somethin we don't claim, but yet this game we rule finesse Once I spit that ill shit, that leaks from the brain You will understand why the fam cause me rain Always hit you with that hot shit Right where you want it You know me and my team, up in the block we gettin blunted Countin cheddar up, always smoke that weed Got my chick ready to roll up, cuz the streets is full of greed [Freaky Tah] Yo cats they zonin out, one time they ask Yo Tah what happened? Now you in the back, my man, you step in the front, you should be rappin Yeah you know me, be in the cut, be steady sparkin What the fuck, niggas think they spittin shit When I come through start barkin All ya cats that think ya rollin to the LB Fam to death What the fuck I do, this shit to do, is fuckin nuthin left Cuz it take two to make a whole, what somethin you don't know We LB Fam to the day we die, until we fuckin go Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] I'm talkin official Queens, we out to get the cheddar Me and Tah together, kid that's like a butter letter On ya back, only if you stay blunted The timbs stay covered, believe me chicks love it Colessuem shoppin, inside the whips hoppin, peoples stop us in the street "When ya shit droppin?" Man we hibernatin, inside the car waitin For the time for us to shine, and start regulatin I roll with D2, them niggas they see through Like glass, we quick to get up in ya ass I'm a big nigga, you see I play for keeps My games so tight I had a chick that let me stay for weeks Chorus 2X |
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[J-Drama]
Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this track Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens Most Up in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we go Rockin non stop to the top And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon pop Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme Know my team, standin right in front of the screen I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the games Out the same Queens crew, but two different names JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is what you needin Cardiac arrest with poor breathin I be leavin you in the dust, you can't front on us We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't bust Nigga what [Bandit] My team reform like a mason meeting I put the heat to your face, official Queens greeting Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for speakin While my niggas wild out, off the shit I'm drinkin That aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole group While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin loot That's how we do, jump out like you owe somethin You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled somethin You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money gettin Whether its rap or coke flippin Ya niggas need to avoid collision Cuz your chance is tryin to advance to all my fam When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you and your man Quick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklace My team break records, we make ya life hectic The Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it But shit you did, we done it, y'all niggas don't want it Chorus 2X: Leek Ain't no tellin what I thought of them Me and my hooligans a ruin em Send hot ones at his crew and him Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the pound Now lay ya ass down [Rob U] We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens 98 hold it down, basically for my team Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on point Cuz nothin to lose, wanna be thug cats Push ya shit back, but fuck that We play the game too, only if it's necessary We never start shit, we finish shit And holdin it down, when it's time to go hard In this rap shit too, if you wanna get technical It's quite a few to hold it down like we do And lay ya verse on a track that be confortable It ain't a team out here fuckin with my crew South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin through Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit kid Forever in my memory [Jugga] Now let me get on the mic, and get the penis What's the count em in this? Third and one, man in motion, I'm about the blitz ya scrimmage I see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the blows Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, stay down Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold me The acrobatic track assassinator me and Drama Stand back to back like 25 on a calculator Now make a move, I shake em like an earthquake I'm a take em and tie em into a human pretzle What's left to do then break em I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with and LP and CD Strictly GB now we be, gutter butter family strong Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb on our flight to our show in Hong Kong Now hold on tight, it's the rap reckin ball Knockin ya out of position we don't saw JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuate A whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggas Chorus 2X |
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(feat. Freaky Tah)
Okay Me Freaky Tah going up for me Met two shorties yeah no doubt Took out the weed passed to the house Told my niggas to get the hell out Bout to get busy yeah no doubt Bone one to death then eat the other out Get real freaky put my tongue in her mouth Put my tongue in her mouth how I do Me Freaky Tah nothing to Spig Nice, Cheeks, and Pretty Lou. Microphone checka for the 1 & 2 Walked away and god rule Freaky Tah walk through your avenue What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do Smoke my weed, and I drink warm brew You know I do what I do, hahh no clue On my own my man. Niggaz run when I'm bad to the bone my man Cats better leave me alone my man Freaky Tah in his own rap zone my man One shot till come through your whole block my man, Don't stop my man Yo I'm still runnin from the cop my man Why I do what I do my man? Freaky Tah for my L-B to my man One time for your brain Nigga bring the thunder and rain It's no shame to my game Freaky Tah is my motherfuckin name If you don't know now you do Word to mother if you come through try you Pass by you look you in your eye true Freaky Tah this is how I do One time Want it nah nah nah nah nah nah na na now now now I I I IIIII I did it for you what you see is what you do now |
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(Freaky Tah/Cheeks talking)
Right now, ay you know how we do LB fam, one shot dealers, we killas Why everybody thinkin this funny? Fuck with LB fam you get laid down loud Word up we make the realest, come through with killas Check it out LB fam's my crew, you know how we do What we do, we stay true Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now, OK, alright, OK, alright, OK, OK, alright) (Cheeks) Many mistakes made, masses committed Any hot chick that was wit it I was out to hit it I keep a Yankee fitted, my world stay spinnin I seen them faggot niggas grinnin from the whole beginnin Me and my team, man we live life and gettin green Hot chicks up on the scene, kid we sittin mean Jewelry's shinin, ghetto cash, mastermindin Livin life inside the rough but shine like a diamond I'm tryna make it happen livin life day to day They say play the way, well that's the only way we play Families seem like the real enemy A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights Burnin L's inside the truck, duckin blue and whites I play two parts to this, negative and positive But bottom line, understand man I gotta live (Hook) 2x So work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy Niggas where you from? New York City The spot where we keep the whips pretty Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo (Bitches and these cops act shitty) Ay yo, I never asked for this, I just wanna rap ??? ??? ???,make some figgas, give my niggas that See me shinin think ya shit is honky dory Behind the scene it's a real different story The mad junction, can't let it stress me I'm at my best, son ya best won' test me? Once again it's on, official burn out Don't look, puzzled ???? faces how it turn out Once in a while I take the train just to clear the brain People ask me 'what's the deal kid, it's just the same' You know the night-runners, nothin major Don't let me and my bullshit invade ya I know you probably, got problems of ya own No need for you to zone Understand, I love this game, it mean a great deal to me It's my life, can you image how it feel to be? (Hook) I remember when ???????? It don't even to start me to reminiscin About the past when we wasn't gettin no cash Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass It meant nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle'll be butter like the wife's smile Make a habit, don't break, it may take a while I'm a hustla, I'ma hustle til the end, too Starin at that, evil that us men do Basically it's LB fam all night And ain't nothin wrong doin it all night Ghetto Jiggy (Hook) 5x |
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Yo word up G
Yeah Yeah Mr. Cheeks entertainment commin through for the year 2 (Come On), Naw I mean,We Takin the new millenium over, Baby Y?l dig this shit right here, It? that hot shit, mah niggaz sing that Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan Well make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Mr. Cheeks: A, yo I? at the bar with this older cat he got his, suit and tie plus his drink and his leather hat I? from Queens, he tellin?me I from Manhatten Some??n about the night we just started chattin?We sippin Hennesy we drinkin?Cognac this music plays from the Juke Box not only that I got ?knell? under the table and it? coke and fat And plus a cigaret to front of as if I? smokin nat(that) Smoke and drink about, about the past and present the mayor of New York, no doubt, he? a nasty pesent he tellin me that shit was worse back in his day he got? to be kidding me, U C how kids play Aint nut??n gettin betta they still kill for chedda no matter who U R they out to get the dough getta Nigga, On and on and on he kept singin this song Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We?l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Mr. Cheeks: A, yo ( Ha, Ha) Mah lifestyle is about Marihuana, Sex and Boose I use ?ah raps kills tha stoose, So whos nex to loose We see some woeman playin pool we got our game on I said to Pop-Duke I gots to get a dame on we started laughin while makin every shorty hot Anita Baker is playin in the background c how now Earth, Wind & Fire brought the people til they feet No doubt I can see the night about to sweet The after-work honeyz enterin?The older people did the hustle in the centerin?The bartender is makin?drinks while he? rockin?U know its hot when chicks start takin of the stockin? Mangement she fellin?right I know she seen me She gave me the green light to smoke freely Now For the whoele evening I was rocking wit this real hot chick no stoppin I cant wait to get endz so I磎 a whip and start hoppin No doubt Chorus : Lost Boys : Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Verse 3: Ay yo I磎 up out o?here I said to Pop - Dukes when nex time U uptown nigga stop through About one for the road kid it? on me Well can I smoke no doubt, well it? on G ???? we spoeke about plans, spoeke bytch niggaz, spoeke about fans He said be good with baby girl she? a official, dont make a nigga like have to come and get U Well shes in good hands, Pop? I磎 a good man U should understand we bouth from tha hood man Yeah, what he said all night he said: Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in this Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo Livin in tha Ghetto Lifestyle Maaaaaaaaaan We??l make it happin, But ah, only if ya want toooo (Chorus til fades) Make it happin U naw I mean Shaolin.... Mr. Cheeks but we all LB IV Life Y?l dont forget that Yall niggaz know Livin in this Ghetto Life style Y?l sing that shit Thank Y碼ll for commin out Most Wanted I know .... New for the nex millenium |
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from Lost Boyz - Lb Iv Life (1999)
(feat. JnJ Project, R-MANN)
[Chorus: R-MANN] And through the storm and the rain We still together, a few things changed Through the stress and the strife It's LB Fam 4 Life [Mr. Cheeks] Since '86, man we had the streets hummin Makin power moves and still slummin For real, they better let us come in LB NYG, in front of green Niggas started jackin from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin wall downs Burn the weed in the basement of your parents Hookie parties was the best They tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags Play cards for the mingles Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist Yo we never knew who God is Yo we ran with the hardest Tell your crew, there's no stoppin them We risin from the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we droppin em [Chorus] [J-Drama] Let's take it back to '94, Lifestyles of the rich we were doin it Made it to '97, on singles still persuadin The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace & Nappiness" Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain Keepin it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York I'm from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walk LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son NY City slum, got me real close to my gun Protectin my chest, relievin all the stress that's left Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now, year 2G you gonna see now 2 to 3 now, at the key now, placin D now And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now [Chorus] [Jugga] To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo With gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and mary Shout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the whole south city I got the ghetto in me, Livin this movie script life style I aint winnin Hear me, aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out We got the generators Go home on the three illa, mikey whippin cuz he illa Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go to South zone after 11 You might see the mack and feel the 11 Now you wanna catch the soprano, now the foes the bitch [Chorus] |
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[Mr. Cheeks]
What's ya niggas thinkin? Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin? Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd out I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin And I'm gettin smoked out Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits Takin shorts from no midgets My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come through Represent the slum too Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin Who you tellin? Chorus 2X: It's a New York City War Call for you all Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war A midnight special billy New York call So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall [Mr. Cheeks] Cheese and henny got me lifty I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy Shorty got my back, when niggas acting shifty Spazzin when she's with me Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get me Shows and proves and she moves swiftly Yo, take Atlantic City trips While niggas backin no hood round they lips My team is stackin chips We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed Tight a part mister rest ahead That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits I'm headin forwar, push my pedal all away Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on Aiyo, let's all sing along Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] I love this New York City life, we give and take some You got a chance to get this cheddar nigga, make some The only muthafucka way to go, is gettin dough You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow These niggas know about my rap capabilities I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit Love to talk shit, I'm on that Queens, New York shit That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation My hot skills, help me build my foundation Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge To my niggas Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day Let the henny stay, many say, let it go You feelin that you got game nigga, bet it yo Chorus 2X |
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(Cheeks)
These mothafuckas made it this way I show 'em mine ????? ???? ???? Official Queens crack stars gettin money Rollin trees in the backwoods Timberlands, ???, black hoods The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it I fuck wit cats ??? Keep my Timbo's covered We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin knicks Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin chicks The hard times help me sharpen up We be in Watts, but still be sparkin up Love it when the day darken up My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part I came through to display an art Yo, fuck you jealous niggas I take care a fam and I lay low I'm livin kid, I got the money plus the yayo And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked You get yo dough, I get my dough Let's blow so we can kick it (Hook - Mr. Hezekiah) 2x You only live once so let's ride Let's take it to the top This one crew you can't stop (Street Connect) Yo is you mothafuckas out a yo mind? We them niggas that be holdin it down Half of the reason you live Other fifty percent of the reason you frown Behind the back you pop shit But when we be wavin them thangs you innocent Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs Is you askin for a New York City war call? We keep it gritty for all a y'all But some you niggas act like you goin through menopause And that's the second we send 'em to morgues Slay 'em down, get in them drawers Been put on, what you tellin me for? Look at 'em beggin for more Either they yellin or givin applause Picture livin laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor Goody niggas playin the wall And ??? bitches rockin hoodies wit razors inside the sports bra We told y'all but ya wasn't tryna listen to us (Hook) (Izzy Dead) Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards You neva touch nothin Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars I get a back massage from a bad European And switch my bird every season And I'm rollin up my treason But my question is, give me one reason to let you live But you good at talkin ya way out a shit, I be you is So I sex ya wiz, kill you, and leave ya wife left wit kids Ghetto black widow What nigga, my mac glitto Attack ya hitto It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk And crazy dough is what I'm in for Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don't trust (Hook) |
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Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio
Live as stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin I still understand the reason that you feel that Yo, I'm a crook like Donald One Shit sat up like coins listen everyone joins in the session Know when I'm about to teach a lesson In love when micronesses starts remising Listen, raps of the hook as Elves run take it like a man kid it's our turn Shout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose to Yo from the fam understand, yo we don'ts do Love the way of goin down baby No doubt these bitches weak arse on the style Until the day I'm up an gone I'm gonna get it on An' let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted on From day one we had hot mix Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats Keep it come through an' get some extra arse Plug me in I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the liss You could either give that or you can get with this Man I promise just to hit you with officialis An' all I ask is you don't get me nor my pistol clips So recognise the guns blast for the love of that Are yo good for me pull my blast I'm a see that arse Until then I'm a rhyme kid and still shine But when I spot him I'm a get him doubt him bottom line That future rap, yo I'm crap cause I play the streets An the way yo niggas live that's what I say the beast Keep the cheddar in my pockets ain't no bubbly An when it trouble me, honey make it a double G Helby fam represent New York City Hang on the siss, an we get criss pretty All my keys throw your L's up, you know it's on I'm a keep this here strong until the flow is gone Plug me in Let me get a mic a checker, one, two now I came through this show these niggas how we do now Cadillacs be seated an we gettin weeded As long as I've been in this game I have been indefeated You can't fuck around my shit is at a puntin radies Top or not still hot ain't nuthin changed All these are G subs in uniform You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it Wish an' rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweats Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue Wynette We hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretch Get, an' meanwhile while you be talkin that same shit You whoop a nickel this game kid Plug me in |
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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
[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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
(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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
(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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
(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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
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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from Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness (1997)
('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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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems (problems who's got problems she's got problems got problems three thousand problems got problems) It's a cool summer night My .44's on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite Got some beef wit some niggaz across town Keep my man to the ground I gotta shut it down they pull up on my block I'm in my little brown hooptie So they guess I want the white rock They walk close towards my ride Surprise motherfucker it's a handful of 1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problem (I got.. problems, three thousand problems) I put two to his head I jumped on the southern state then I'm rushin out to Hempstead One down and one to go I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough I kick in the nigga's door I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo' And word up that shit is soft The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back Back! Aiyyo Money where your stash at? He took me back inside to this room Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of weeds 1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems (Problems, I I got problems) A lot to do I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?" I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun And word up he got an mail press Aiyyo Money what's this address? 1245 Boulevard Queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan Understand I'm on a mission And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition and get some Phillies from the store And park the van on the corner and you're comin |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
BACK AS A BOY I LONGED TO BE THAT NIGGA SMITTIES LOVED TO SEE AND HAD THEM ALL CONSIDER ME...A LADIES MAN I DREAMED OF MC WIT THE LIGHT AND MERRY MOANIN IN THE NIGHT AS I BECAME WIT ALL MY MIGHT...A LADIES MAN...AND ITS ALL RITE DECKS IN THE HOUSE THIS IS HOW WE GET PUFFED OUT YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN SHOUT OUT TO CROSS TOWN CONNECTION AND THE TRINITY CREW YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN AND 1-3-4 YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN LOST BOYZ BACK STREETS WATCH FAM LINDEN AND THE VAN WYCK YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN WELL CHECK THIS OUT THIS IS HOW WE GET DOWN WE CALL THIS ALL GOOD YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN I MEAN... ALL RITE...AND EVERYONE WANNA ZONE...AY YO CHECK THIS... I I I I CHECK THIS OUT ONE TWO... (MR CHEEKS) I RUN WIT CROOKS THAT BE A DIAMOND BOYS BOOKS(?) THUGS SELLIN DRUGS UP ON BLICKS COPS AN DERTY LOOKS AINT NUTHIN PRETTY IN MY CITY THATS SHITTY MY MAN WAS RUNNIN WIL' UP ON THE ISLE HE CAUGHT A BUCK FIFTY TO THE GRILL THINGS IS GETTIN ILL AT TIMES IT MAKES ME WANNA HOLLA WHEN IM DOWN TO MY LAST DOLLA BILL WELL KEEPIN IT REAL SEE THATS THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP IT SEE IM A LEGAL DRUG THUG GETTIN LEGAL DRUG MONEY SO PEEP IT BACK IN THE DAYS WHEN WE USED TO HEAR ABOUT THE SQUARE I HEARD A LOT OF BODIES USED TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE COMES NEAR MY PATH...SHOUT OUTS TO THE J RATHS AN THE WHOLE LB STYLE ITS ALL RITE ITS ALL RITE (FREAKY TAH) ALL ALL ALL S'ALL RITE... ITS ALL RITE I FEEL AIIGHT SMOKIN CHARM EVERYDAY LIKE KILLIN WIT THE LOST BOYZ CREW IN THE PARK PASSIN THE BREW AN THE BOO |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Ayo yea niggas I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas Let y'all niggas know that I understand What niggas is really goin through ya understand? Motherfuckin down to they last cent Smoke the looseys Thinkin up shit to do doin stick ups and shit Bustin at niggas murderin niggas Gettin bullshit ass money What if that was your breed was you murderin clown? It's wack Shout out to grandpa you know what i'm sayin Shout out to grandpa kelly My man ralou's brother little Deven Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace Know I'm sayin Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness You know I'm sayin, word up Verse 1 I'm growing up in the ghetto And there was nobody happy And my head is mad nappy and I'm thinkin up a way that I can get some dough Man I'm tryin ta blow But yet this record shit is so slow I got the whole family on my back All I do is eat and sleep Run the street with that steel pack You know the lost boyz got With timbs and jeans Field jackets, and hats coverin the eyes But listen, that's how it is If you don't dig how I live Motherfucka (???) Cuz everyday on the street The black man is gettin beat Police line us up on the concrete Now people look at me And always see wrong A new problem everyday I'm tryin ta be strong Now how strong can a nigga be When the blacks is locked down And the white man's got the key It's gettin harder day after day Somebody got ta pay And in my closet lays an AK The new (???) is found dead Plus when he killed the girl He put the gun to his own head Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can Now everyday I need ends New (???) my nigga weed St. Ides is my best friend Pa's is broke No calls comin in on my phone And money I'm down to my last stone My mom dukes is always bangin on my door My music's too loud I got clothes on the floor (pick em up) She doesn't understand I'm cruisin in the fast lane I'm fresh outta nerves Ma, you're workin on my last vein Now how can I explain That I don't wanna take her out But that's stuck in my brain We're havin fight after fight Because I leave when it's bright And comes home the next night But that's the life that I live understands me It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me Ayo my lifestyle is rough I got three sisters, four brothers Man, ain't this enough? But yet I gots no hero But I got the 411 on the ghetto Tune into channel zero Tune into channel zero Tune into channel zero: Everybody in the world Everybody uptown Everybody in Queens Tune into channel zero Everybody in Brooklyn Everybody in the Bronx Everybody in the world Tune into channel zero I live in Queens, New York (what you do?) I twist a cap with my niggas Smoke a blunt let's start to talk About this ill situation That us blacks is in It's time we build a better nation Motherfuck them police Some whites talk about peace (?????) But they ain't ready for the planet Marky Mark be talkin that slang But he don't even understand it Yea I said Marky Mark Frontin like the buddarist punk I never saw you in the park You give it all to your bullshit skills G A white boy actin black, that shit kills me Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that I never seen you in the projects or black Ya never wons no grammy Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp But what ya plan ta give my man Sammy |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
YO I NEEDS DOUGH YOU NEEDS DOUGH WE NEEDS DOUGH SO YO VERSE ONE (MR CHEEKS)
PUT ON MY THINKIN CAP DONT KNOW TO RAP ABOUT THE NIGGAS GETTIN OUTTA STATE TRAP LIVIN DAT YO WHUTS UP BLACK WELL ITS MY THIRD DAY HOME AND NOT A CENT TO MY NAME NO JOBS THEY CLAIM IM BACK IN THE DRUG GAME I NEED SOME MONEY IN A HURRY IM SINGIN MY BABY BOY TROY HE'LL BE TWO NEXT FEBRUARY IM IN THE CRIB WIT MY MAN MY NIGGA VAN DAM AN WERE THINKIN OF AN OUTTA STATE PLAN PEEP IT MY MAN ROLLA DOUGHS FLYIN UP ON FRIDAY HES BUY'N A HALF AN BOUNCIN BACK ON THE HIGHWAY NOW FRIDAY COMES MOMS IS BEEFIN CAUSE IM CURSIN SHE SMELLS CHEEB ON ME IMA WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON WELL I GUESS IM GOIN TA CHEET SHE UNDERSTOOD THE CHAT NOW CALL ME WHEN YA GET THERE AN TELL ME WHERE YOU AT ALL RITE MA I CHECKED OUT ALL MY NIGGAS THEN WE JETTED WIT FIFTY BALLS A PEICE BROUGHT A PEICE FOR UNLEADED SMOKIN BLUNTS FORTY OUNCIN G AND P BOUNCIN THIS IS HOW WE DO WES THE LOST BOYZ CREW WE IN THE GAME THE BITCHES THE MONEY THE CARS VERSE TWO (MR CHEEKS) DREAMS IN THE HEAD WE GONNA BLOW 46 BALLS A PEICE AN EACH GOT AN O IN THE TRUNK PUNK WE BOUNCIN TO JAMAICA QUEENS FUNK AN INSIDE THE BLUNT 21 SKUNK WERE HEADED FOR THE BELLY AN WERE ENTERIN THE MOUTH NIGGAS IN THE HAT BLACK AN YO WE HEADED SOUTH NOW THAT DONT LOOK RITE BUT LISTEN BLACK WE BE AIIGHT SMOKIN BLUNTS BY THE BOXES GHETTO CHAMPAIGNE IS CHILL STOP BACK THE FIRST BIT BOYS FOR GAS AN A MEAL NOW EVERYBODIES LOOKIN AT THE NIGGAS FROM NEW YORK FIELD JACKETS ON AN THEY PEEP AS WE TALK I SAY TO PRETTY LOU WELL LOOK A ROLLA DOUGHS HAT I WANT ONE OF THEM SHITS BY THE TIME I GETS BACK WE GOT THE GAS AT |
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I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us drinkin Dom smokin charm wanna get wit us Got my V.I.P. section game locked down goin bad for J Bad he just came in town we lovin Tai on the floor smokin lai wit tips Ladies in the amazin cuz we in the mix all the peeps from my hood wearin timbs and jeans Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens I'm wit my mens spendin ends orderin liquors and beers aint nuttin new to this we've been doin this for years I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite? and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two Get Up and clap yo hands come on and clap yo hands A few hours in the jam and a fighter jeans saggin, timberland tied up see my old crew from the mystery big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man L.B. style run the while represent my fam makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat I must bring it to the funk cuz the funk is it seein shortie on the floor tryin to show the skirt I wanna, run up on her and... push up on her and.. kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets) get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets hit the door, for the fam back in my Ac, Im outta town Its mad cars up in front the piece shorties bouncin(bounce bounce) niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by see some be actin ill and some be actin fly But inside it's the L.B. slide music pumpin smokin skunk gettin funkdafied while Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl n Bo we just a fiend in effect nigga pop the Mo backed up by Jeff Star ladies takin flicks Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town (Get up, Get Up, Get Up) you know how we get down |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Intro:
[Freaky Tah] Is This is this is this is this is this Is this da part is this is this where you goin? I told you that I was rollin but you can't wait you wanna run around ho'in witcha friends hay that nigga Cheeks aint got no ends but I can see clearly now the darkside ends I remember when we first met everything just chill >chill a nigga from the southside a shorty from the Springfield High >from the Springfield shorty lookin fly right Tah? >woo I sez hello but I gets no reply >no reply Im leanin on the gate I sz hello she aint talkin oh, you a stink bitch well stink bitch you keep walkin >walkin oh I aint no bitch well now shorty you reply but couldn't you reply when dem niggas said hi and tell me... Is this da part Is this in my heart Is this is what we feel Is this She said well listen I don't know you from paint well if you no bitch then why reply if you aint cuz see my bobo's mad strong I never thought twice that my wife would do wrong I see her all the time she's always home when I call her I feel like a million bucks takin flicks at the mall I had it goin on for a minute cuz it only took a minute for another to run in it had the..birds and the bees lemonade and iced tea man I went all out with ease she was my main squeeze tell me.... now shorty rock, she had a nigga on lock used to bring her friends through to meet my mans on the block and everything seemed love love yo shorty was the one I was thinkin of so whenever I used to listen to rumors I would hit em till my man pulled me near put a bug in my ear listen shorty over there wit the smile it be foul just in a little while seen her on the Isle wit another kid, who just came home from a bid we grabbed on that ass all hugged up in front the crib..... see what Im sayin bitches dont' appreciate nuthin man 2 dollar bitches wit 3 dollar haircuts yo know... Mr. Cheeks have you ever me a girlie that you really did want tip up the phillie light up the blunt time to get puffed, huffed out my man I bust wit my niggas rest in peace to Cash and niggas who pass I get blast up on the block, its 1 o'clock runnin wit Tah, pretty Lou it's the crew this is how it go this is how we do Bounce |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Yeah LB fam finally up in this piece Got my mans that put me on you know what I'm sayin want a shout out to the Uptown know what sayin Word up MCA this is how we do everyday Me and Freaky Tah..hah pretty Lou my man Spigg Nice we be gettin' down representin so this is how we go let me let you know how it be in da G H-E, double T-O ryhme name ho They be runnin' shit down the line hey, if you hear a mistake rewind Verse One: Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game for those who claim to be the best I tear them out the frame I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map (you wear) double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap Come up with a style to make con-versital don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for awhile I've seen alot ta come,(come) I've seen alot a go(go), I've seen alot ta break I've seen alot to blow, a yo It's a trip to see a nigga slip Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta You don't even know the half of my crew to be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border LB fam start attacking some attacking outa order Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats and get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks Chorus: Shout out to the Jeeps, It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz(and the Benz) to all my ladies and my men(my men) to all my peoples in the pen(in the pen) keep your head up and to the hoods(the hood) East Coast, West Coast and World Wide(world wide) Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai(on lai) and if you're with me let me hear you say "Ri-ght" Verse Two: Now a ... Now... Now a dayz niggaz frontin' like they ill(like they ill) now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for I know your style you neva hit a blunt before Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop) fakin' gats, takin' up space to me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack listen kid I've been doing this since way back in the day, Ace Duce Tre, at the best up to Zimbobwae, hey whose the best, I want the best to come test me so I can release some stress from my chest G Is you down to go pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round I'm wonderin' cuz I bring the thunder and the rain causin' confusion to your brain Chorus Verse Three: Keep the shit live for the year Nine Five I got more niggaz in my tribe than theres beez in the bee hive LB Fam everyday stay high Mr. Cheeks, everyday high consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait Before it's too fuckin' late The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be'z wit, that's who I runs wit who I smoke Treez wit Pack your bags, head outta town, I'll be back around so be gone before sundown From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks, with techniques of the streets over rough neck beats This room is going bounce about the Cheeks cant remember I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw Talk what you what ta do what you gotta well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda Chorus Outro Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal wit the real deal street lif |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game With mans on linden and devane we drinking ghetto champagne Slinging rocks and packing glocks on the blocks It's early in the morning I'm selling tumbs from my reeboks Tres nicks and dimes I write rhymes But the ghetto times they got the cheeks doing crimes The street life yeah that's the only life I know Where niggas sling rocks bust shots and push yeahyo Sit on crates keep their backs against gates Every man is insane he's got a brain like norman bates Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats But they don't want the fam See a south side jamaica queen fellas get down man Listen so what your crew is x-rated Peoples if you violate you getting violated Come on and keep it real; this is saying that the lost boy and group home fam want it all what would you do And if you feel that you'se a real soldier from the street throw your hand in the air we salute you Bounce it up town bounce it down south Bounce bounce it up town bounce it down south I had a messed up childhood the head is mad nappy I need money in a snap gee kid I'm trying to blow like papi Fat cat the street life is where it's at Peeling caps so yo we got to stay strapped Terrified cause the crew from the south side is bustin No question I keep my hear in braids taliq got dreads Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds Pouring beer on the curb for the dead I had to bring drama to some powder head (Freaky TAH) hey yo cut the music down Yo half the world thought the album failed in this 94 and its on.. I'm smoking weed in 96' with my peeps Jetting from the police |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Take a trip into my set How much you wanna make a bet my peoples struggle for the shit they get They steady fuckin' with theses coppers and their scams Me and my man are power moving caravans It's hectic coming up in the gutter When they say they have no work they make you hustle for you bread and butter And everybody's ill I know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spill Now who's the one to blame my friend For bringing guns into the states and knockin' down my men And keeping them inside the pen until they figure out when To let my people on the street until they frame 'em again Now listen, there's no way to escape I got the test to show the well now you're just what it takes Mr. Cheeks and LB fam illegal drug thugs kid The game was hotter than a flame so out the game I slid Lifestyles of the rich see some die nameless all the same game it's time to move a muscle, see the year's nine-five everybody's gotta hustle. This nigga Jack he owns the block Not an ordinary thug around the way or in the drug spot He drives a black Mercedes-Benz Be in the bar with the local drug stars and his lady friends Now understand he's getting cheese His life is all about rollin' dice with G's getting nice flipping keys That's some way to live I guess somebody's gotta do the taking if nobody wants to give Making moves with his peeps outta town Shorty with the work, his man got the four-pound He's getting bigger than his jeans Setting up niggaz for cream, beatin' down crack fiends Lickin' shots at the jam Coming up with ill scams, faking jacks on his man Now how long will tha |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Take a trip into my set How much you wanna make a bet my peoples struggle for the shit they get They steady fuckin' with theses coppers and their scams Me and my man are power moving caravans It's hectic coming up in the gutter When they say they have no work they make you hustle for you bread and butter And everybody's ill I know kids around my way who get a thrill from seeing blood spill Now who's the one to blame my friend For bringing guns into the states and knockin' down my men And keeping them inside the pen until they figure out when To let my people on the street until they frame 'em again Now listen, there's no way to escape I got the test to show the well now you're just what it takes Mr. Cheeks and LB fam illegal drug thugs kid The game was hotter than a flame so out the game I slid Lifestyles of the rich see some die nameless all the same game it's time to move a muscle, see the year's nine-five everybody's gotta hustle. This nigga Jack he owns the block Not an ordinary thug around the way or in the drug spot He drives a black Mercedes-Benz Be in the bar with the local drug stars and his lady friends Now understand he's getting cheese His life is all about rollin' dice with G's getting nice flipping keys That's some way to live I guess somebody's gotta do the taking if nobody wants to give Making moves with his peeps outta town Shorty with the work, his man got the four-pound He's getting bigger than his jeans Setting up niggaz for cream, beatin' down crack fiends Lickin' shots at the jam Coming up with ill scams, faking jacks on his man Now how long will tha |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
But I'm sayin kid
it's only right to represent where I'm from East Coast bottom line But I represent wherever I go what I'll be on the West Coast we be gettin high with the fellas who puff on the lie for Lu Lu Sig and Tai everyday you know how we do woo brothers tryin to wreck the crew we be havin mad fun Niggas known me from day one lifestyles of the rich and shameless Violat'in they were even nameless Yo Raff, ring the alarm I know Spig's got my back Freaky Tai spark the charm give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu As i bless the rest of my New York City Boo as we continue to bring you the flav represent'in L.B. from the cradle to the grave now hows that, one time for your mind but when I write down the line I give sight to the blind, I'm Comin thru with the click Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick gonna start your runnin and hidin is you gonna start your slippin and slidin man I thought you had this game in a snag How do it feel with real niggas in your ass Listen Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tai Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Musi Makes Me High Mr. Sex hit me off with this drug called a track Plug me in give me a sign to react on whoever, comes in my path make'em feel the wrath Yeah,Yeah Are there, any Volunteers down to lose their careers Yo we feels no fears Legal drug thugs comin thru that's the deal Beyond 95 L.B. Fam keep it real It's hard as cleats walkin on the fuckin strrets Po-nine walks beats and beats my wife Cheeks So I gots to tally up and get it on get it on, word is born, shit is on, shit is on I must represent for my fam real niggas get rich and Bitch niggas scram till the day that I die it's L.B. from the year 95 and true 'G's 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Musi Makes Me High To all of my, all my niggas doin Bids To all of my shorties on their own raisin Kids To all of my peoples who can't see that we made it niggas know the deal on the real this is rated Hit it to the left who's the first one to get it to your mind and state of shock when I hit it run up on niggas who be frontin and scamming Hey Yo that's word to mine Get that Guy's for my Fam Nobody wants in and nobody wants out Smokin Trees, gettin 'G's that's what we's all about try to put it on for the year 9 pound I represent my town show'em how I gets down L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z Style flows on thru four families I'm gonna stay free till the day that I die Go with Pretty Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai word up 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High 1 for the money 2 for the Lie 3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by 4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai Music Makes Me High Hey Yo, gettin high New York is high East Coast you get high West Coast you get high now my man named Sex he be high Charles too he be high to my man Big Tiz he be high Niggas on the lockdown be high With niggas like this Sweatin up in the studio So High, Mr. Mr. Cheeks is high Four is high L-O-S-T-B-O-Y-Z High Niggas best even try Gods Day, Die |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day On my way back from John Jay I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train I tap her on her shoulders Excuse me Miss, but can I get your name She said my name is Renee I said I got a whole lot to say So may I walk you to your subway She said if you want So yo, we started talking I brought two franks and two drinks And we began walking I had to see where that head was at Because the gear was mad phat So we must chat about this and that She told me what she was in school for She wants to be a lawyer In other words shorty studies law I'm telling shorty I'm a writer And as she's looking for the token She drops a pack of the EZ-widers Covers her mouth with her name ring I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same thing But yet I use Philly Blunts She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts Because I heard that's for silly stunts I said, nah they burn slower Right now I really don't know ya But maybe later on I can get to show ya A ghetto love is the law that we live by Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty, shorty( ) So now we sittin' on the train Besides the fingernails Now shorty got the hairdo of pain Now I understand she got flava A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her Got off the train about 6:34 She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store Went to the crib And turned the lights on A mad magazine stand From Essence to Right On |
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from Lost Boyz - Legal Drug Money (1997)
Shorty!! Shorty!! Shorty c'mere baby girl! (I like what I see) This go out to erybody man, a little station identification And we call this one for all y'all, who be going to buy... The cheebas, them liquors The condoms, hit the ass It's the cheebas, the liquors The condoms, that ass Mr. Cheeks Now now now Met this girl, just the other day When I was up, on Rockaway She was in Kennedy Fried (word em up) A little kill's breast, and I said, |
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from Mic Geronimo - The Natural (1995)
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Intro Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean.. Check it out.... Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the hold world in drama smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used amatuers they plead the O.J. and wonder why they lose I subdue the microphone and left it in submission then cracked the Phillie open and found a talent that was hidden I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game It's been a long time maybe too long since your audio produced a real rap song I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus [Repeat *4] Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 2 The new and improved you can't make a move or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journed through tha mist now found assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound make my own type of home by the phone MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone my terminology and oddessy on the man I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan Split decision, I cut wit precision so many tried before but still couldn't get in Now it's on..no need to explain the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus Im high till I die so there's no need to lie pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific target every market/move on each one specific overload the frame but keep it all the same The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins I guarantee that things will never ever be the same I kicked it on the real now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high... Chorus |
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