Lost Boyz

(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...

(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

('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)

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

(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

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

(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)

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

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[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

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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

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[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

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[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

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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

[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?

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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

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[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

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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

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