5 A.M.-Lost Boyz

Chorus: QB It's be them real life ghetto sh*t 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 sh*t [LG] Niggas thinkin sh*t 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 ni**a 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, ni**a play your position You was glisten, when a ni**a like me had no pot to piss in [LG] Yo I feel you god, this rap life sh*t 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 f**k up! [Mr. Cheeks] Yo f**k the dumb sh*t, we spit official slum sh*t Yo what the f**k, is that the best a ni**a 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? F**k the trips, f**k 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 d**e 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, b**ch! 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