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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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| 4:31 |
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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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| 4:33 |
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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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| 4:21 |
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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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| 4:54 |
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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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| 7. |
| 5:50 |
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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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| 5:40 |
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| 4:04 |
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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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| 3:45 |
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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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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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| 4:11 |
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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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| 5:38 |
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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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| 3:40 |
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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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| 6:53 |
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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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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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