any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like you was doin sit-ups Lost Boyz nad
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
I can't forget my man J R, 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
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
how I flip the shit Ayo ya niggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit A move along with you bullshit Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel You can't hold us down
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
' 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
Lost Boyz now Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, okay alright Many mistakes made, masses committed Any hot chick that was wit it I was out to hit it I keep
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin in the rock Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz Strictly t-shirts or the
take it to the stacks Shout out to the Jeeps It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz To all my ladies and my men To all my peoples in the pen, keep your
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
? The streets is watching When the, streets is watching Blocks keep clocking Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake Can't ignore it Now it's hard not to kill niggas It
any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like you was doin sit-ups Lost boyz nad
mothafuckin' last breath Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again Until
, Master P (Ha, ha) And all the other real mutherfukin' ballers out there (Freedom) Motherfukin' rookies to the veterans This is all the real niggas makin' it happen Bitch check it
Hey baby, baby Can you tell me what you're going through Is it a problem that ya keep holding on to Lately you've been acting kinda strange And I wonder
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain What
(whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right) Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk Represent