Lost Boyz Ghetto Jiggy

[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 x2]

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 x5]

Lost Boyz Let’s Roll Dice

[Freaky Tah]

Mira come estas

How you do? You know my crew

LB Fam, wild out

You know me my man no doubt

We gets down LB Fam status

Niggas they be buggin, who the worst who the baddest

At this, you know I come to wreck

My man S.E.X., what?

[Mr. Cheeks]

Shorty got a nigga back up against the wall

Short and sweet y’all, about 5 feet tall

Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed

Yo you ain’t what I want, you somethin that I need

No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips

And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips

Makin shit hard for me, while I’m in front of you

Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I wanna do

Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here

But yet I got a show to do, and that won’t be fair

You know my peoples came to see me, they spend money

They won’t understand I bounce with the ben honey

I tell you what you play the stage when I get on

So when I get off, you and me can get our shit on

And tell your friends to get along, so we can play the part

Before we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y’all

[Chorus x2:]

All we know is drink, weed and screwin O’s

Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows

Keepin Crys, some pass me that Henny

No ice where the ballers at, let’s roll dice

[Mr. Cheeks]

V.I.P. chillin pal, knowin this year we about to make a killin now

People on the dance floor, lights swing around

You know the LB style, the what, these niggas bring to town

Comfortable shit that you can rock to

I got a extra sack of dough up in my sock true

This is how we rock, bubble like a speed knot

From the O-Zone, on and every weed spot

Bunch of clown niggas that you see creepin through

Thinkin that they peepin us, aiyo we peepin you

Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin Mo wit us

You can stare but don’t discuss, aiyo these hoes with us

Bottom line, yo these sessy strictly LB

Yo these cats drop the hot LP’s, kid you smell trees?

Listen, veterans up in the game, you know the name

You know the reason why we came, for real

[Chorus x2]

[Freaky Tah]

Booty want the mother, yeah I see you peepin me

From a distance, ya was lookin like you wanna creep with me

LB Fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked

Niggas yo you better respect it

Lost Boyz, like a rizza shit, hold the weight

My whole fam, came to set ya all straight

Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out

Now now, how you do my fam? my crew?

[Mr. Cheeks]

We rule the state up in the scene

Drop the hot shit, that’s mean

Only out for one thing, and that’s green

And see my team shining, push the hot whips and keep cash

You got stash, yo nigga keep back

Niggas try to get us, can’t wait to find out the source that hit us

It’s time to see whose really wit us

6 Minutes till I’m on, I’m up and gone

Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she play along

Lock that us up like a pit, when it’s time to lock

I kick it wit ya niggas later, it’s time to rock

[Freaky Tah]

Run now, how we do now

Stay tight now, ok alright alright

[Chorus x3]

Lost Boyz Renee

[Verse 1:]

Now here’s a tune about this shawty 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 package of the EZ Rider

Covers her mouth with her name ring

I said, yo don’t sweat the technique shorty rock

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

[Chorus:]

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 [x2]

[Verse 2:]

Now we sittin’ on train

Besides the fingernails

Now shorty got the hairdo of pain

Now 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 crazy magazine stand

From Essence to Right On

A leather couch

Stereo system with crazy cd’s

Understand kid

She got cheese

She said cheeks do what you want

She said I’m gonna feed the dog

I said alright well I’m gonna roll this blunt

She came back with strech pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt

A yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl

We’re sitting on the couch chattin

We’re smoking blunts on her balcony

We’re stearing at Manhattan

She started feeling on my chest

I started feeling on her breasts

And there’s no need for me to stress the rest

A yo, I got myself a winner

We sparked a blunt before we ate

And a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see

But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci

I’m like whatever shorty rock

We can swing it like that

Cause on the real this is where it’s at.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

I woke up the next day on the waterbed

A letter’s on the pillow

And this what the letter said

It said cheeks, I’ll be home around two

You was deep in your sleep

So I didn’t want to bother you

I left a number for shorty to call me later

Got dressed

Smoked a blunt

Then I bounced to the elevator

I got a beep around three

I’m asking shorty what’s up with you

She’s asking what’s up with me

And now we been together for weeks

Candlelight dinner with my shorty

Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks

A man, I never been in love

But everytime I’m burstin’ in and outta state

It’s shorty that I’m thinking of

I’m hanging out with my crew

I get a beep from Renee

Because Renee uses code two

But yet I’m chattin’ with her mom dukes

She said Renee has been shot

So cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes

I jumps on the Van Wyck

I gotta make it there quick

A yo, this shit is gettin’ mad thick

Not even thinking about the po nine

I’m doing a buck

Who gives a fuck

I’m smokin’ boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what’s going on

But by the time I reach the hospital

They tell me Mr. Cheeks

Renee is gone

I’m pouring beer out for my shorty who ain’t here

I’m from the ghetto

So listen

This is how I shed my tears

[Chorus x2]

Lost Boyz Certain Things We Do

[Chorus: 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

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

Lost Boyz Music Makes Me High

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4]

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)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 5: Over Female vocals]

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

[Freaky Tai]

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

Lost Boyz Me & My Crazy World

[Verse 1:]

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 don’t 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 don’t want to let none of them go

[Verse 2:]

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 3:]

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 streets gas 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 ain’t 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 for my friend

Good things always come to an end

So yo

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]

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 ain’t going nowhere

For real

[Chorus]

Lost Boyz Get Your Hustle On

[Freaky Tah]

Gutta butta, Queens, New York City

[Chorus x2: 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 x2]

[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 x2]

[Freaky Tah]

Niggas sayin Lost Boyz ain’t nuthin but fakes

You got your team and they ain’t 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 ain’t 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 x2]

Lost Boyz Black Hoodies

[wind blowing]

You will find them watching you

Underneath black hoodies

Pulled over rolls of braided hair

They love like quiet storms

There smiles make brief appearances

And the women who love them

Keep there secrets

Tucked deeply behind whispers

Between kisses…

Lost Boyz Love, Peace & Nappiness

[Intro]

Ah man, I don’t even know how to start this out

Shalstay Radio Station that play our thing from State to State

Coast to Coast, do your thing baby

This is to you

Now the world has been waitin for, (Lost Boyz) Love, Peace & Nappiness…

LB fam baby, see eye to eye

Brooklyn’s alive New York C style

NYC, break it down

[Mr. Cheeks]

This one here I don’t know where to begin

Dedicated to the ladies and ghetto men

I know we all gots to be side ten of men

Well in the game of life, it’s very hard to win

We’ve been through a lot, I said a lot we’ve been through

A through versatile style, I’ll begin to

Fingers on my peeps cause I feel that’s only right

We supposed to beat life, so we don’t fight

Jealous motherfuckers always wanna take off

Should be getting fixed but the cops breakin laws

Shy-sty bitch niggaz hits just to score

I’m not down for that, see I’m down to break doors (honey I’m…)

It’s for real, express how you feel

Niggaz know thrills, you need to chill (one time)

And let us cast niggaz skills represent

Niggaz scheme on my team, cause we be big

Yo, you can try to bring prime mills to the real

Lost Boyz losin pride in the program

Sutures in my coat, sat down and wrote

Think for my critics and gats to quote like

Shortie, I’m right in front of you like

Shortie, what you want to do like

Goin places where gats never went

Sex, Lex, markets and ex-cement

Call me still…

[Chorus: w/ variations: Mr. Cheeks]

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

[Mr. Cheeks]

See me double on ground, bouncin whips

Far from thugs, far from blood and grips

Listen, it’s the LB to the death

If you ain’t down to breath, take a step to the left

My teams makes G’s comes correct

Skills we possess, with numbs of Meth

Many faces we’ve seen, places we’ve gone

Still New York my home

Me and my peeps love to bring our swing

Me and my peeps love to do our thing

Like I said before, the team versatile

Yeah I said, may curse for a while

But we in to this Love, Peace & Napp shit

True entertainers, true to this rad shit [x8]

Call us still…

[Chorus: w/ variations: Mr. Cheeks]

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

Love, Peace & Nappiness, Love, Peace & Nappiness

[Outro]

[Jamaican singing till end]

Lost Boyz Ordinary Gun

[Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds]

[Mr. Cheeks]

I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick

Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck

A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks

The music lowers down and this passenger speaks

It’s a, flame of mine from back in the day

John Adams High down on Rockaway

Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees

from the way it’s lookin, word they still gettin G’s

Scoped out the whip, I’m checkin out each honey

They must be gettin money, I didn’t see code 20[?]

The L’s was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin

If she said she’s on the way and yo it really had me thinkin

of back in the day when we both used to swerve

At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb

Word my man I never hit it raw

On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen

[Chorus: Mr. Cheeks]

I’m, just your, ordinary guy

Love bitches and money and love bein high

Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah

How that sound? Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh

Here’s a little somethin from Linden and the [?]

We used to get down and hustle my man

But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what

[Mr. Cheeks]

One day I’m workin up on the block

Slingin my motherfuckin rock

Now police they tried to run up on us

My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners

And now I’m I’m I’m I’m jettin

You see I’m almost, I’m almost, Moet-ed

Hopped over the gate, landed in my man’s backyard

I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?

Yo let a nigga like, me in

Police they tryin to pull a nigga in

They lookin for the kid that’s sellin that crack note

Lookin for the suspect in the black coat

Yo, I’m not, I’m I’m not the baddest

but these motherfuckers know my status

Now peep it I be comin with the motherfuckin

thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause

[Chorus]

[Freaky Tah]

This job, shove it out quick

Nuttin come easy in this world full of shit

Used to put me down, to hustle with my man

Little somethin, from livin in the ‘Ville

Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man

Huh, huh..

[Mr. Cheeks]

Now, now, now, now this one day I’m workin at JFK

It’s the 4th of July, nigga HEY!

Something’s wrong man, I don’t like this day

it’s going too long man, I’m gettin strong man

from pickin up these motherfuckin banners

See I want that shit to make my eyes sad

So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10

I’m all in and in the van with my man

Now I’m up on the block, puffin lye

And I’m with Lou, Spig, and Tah

Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us

Police they wanna come through and rush

But we ain’t got no crack, we got weed

That’s all we need, yes indeed

And I’ll, always

smoke weed in the hallways, cause

[Chorus]

[Mr. Cheeks]

Take this job and shove it out quick

Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

I used to get down and hustle my man

Here’s a little somethin from Linden and the [?]

Now here’s a little somethin from Linden and the [?]

We used to get down and hustle my man

Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick

Take this job and shove it out quick

Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

I used to get down and hustle my man

Well here’s a little somethin from Linden and the [?]

Here’s a little somethin from Linden and the [?]

I used to get down, and hustle my man

Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick

What?

[ad libbing to the fade]