I get higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real
more Southside get busy y'all Northside get busy y'all Westside get busy y'all Worldwide get busy y'all Get busy y'all Get busy y'all Get busy y'all
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,
like everything is all Satan In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind
'mma heat the track up If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma act up on Any mutha fucka that think
forty-four up out the dresser Grabbed the weight up out the closet Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost
renegades mess wit my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I
a REPEAT ::Verse 1:: Well get 'em up Put 'em up Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up Well get 'em up Put 'em up Stop actin' like a bitch and
body Now we are ready if you are ready Sound check 1, 2, hear me loud and clear 'Cause I got something that you need to hear Kid Capri and Lost Boyz
the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is whack now Country blew trial, them crackers got him on his back now And Sean, runnin' round with his fuckin' get now Up
line Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle Whites, Blacks, Mexicans it's trouble Yung kids, we got a man made disease I lost my mom so now I
INTRO Huh... dis dem ferrari boyz... catch up... burr... catch up... catch up... GUCCI: she stoned, she stoned, she gone off that patron; i gave
was wiped up so I flipped my mode On my way to D-E-C, baby can't you see That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex
plates Hit the block with the product, trying not to get caught up Nigga front, you get shot up, that's just how I was brought up Pops was a rolling
, hot) The Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz
with us, and you going to get killed From the land of the trill, yeah we represent the Tex' Don't bar plex, come playing get checked Get your hoe ass
You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood No one can do it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
front left door then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the