Jeeps Lex Coups Bimaz And Benz-Lost Boyz

Album by: Legal Drug Money Artist by: Lost Boyz Lyrics mr. cheeks ()freaky tah Intro: mr.cheeks Yeah Lb fam finally up in this piece Got my mans that put me on, you know what Im 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 sh*t 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 Im 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 Dont treat me like no lame Ive been in this game for awhile Ive seen alot ta come,(come) Ive seen alot a go(go), Ive seen alot ta break Ive seen alot to blow, a yo Its a trip to see a ni**a slip Geta grip ni**a, ni**a geta grip, geta You dont even know the half of my crew To be talking, but youre talking and you act like you knew Yo set it, you f**kin 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, Its 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) Aint nuttin wrong with puffin on lai(on lai) And if youre 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 muthaf**kin Things to do to show his skill Recognize, ni**a 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 Ive 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 Im wonderin cuz I bring the thunder and the rain Causin confusion to your brain Chorus Verse three: Keep the sh*t 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 sh*t straight, make us wait Before its too f**kin late The lost boyz, yeah thats who I bez wit, Thats who I runs wit Who I smoke treez wit Pack your bags, head outta town, Ill be back around so be gone before sundown From jamaica comes a ni**a named cheeks, With techniques of the streets Over rough neck beats This room is going bounce about the cheeks cant remember Im the muthaf**ker 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