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Lost Boyz
All Right
Intro: (mr cheeks)
Back as a boy i longed to be
That
nigga smitties loved to see
And had them all consider
me...a ladies man
I dreamed of mc wit the light
And
merry moanin in the night
As i became wit all my might...a
ladies man...and its all rite
Decks in the house/>This is how we get puffed out ya-know-whut-im-sayin
Shout
out to cross town connection
And the trinity crew
ya-know-whut-im-sayin
And 1-3-4 ya-know-whut-im-sayin/>Lost boyz back streets watch fam
Linden and the van wyck
ya-know-whut-im-sayin
Well check this out this is how we
get down
We call this all good ya-know-whut-im-sayin i
mean...
All rite...and everyone wanna zone...ay yo check
this...
I i i i check this out one two...
Verse
one (mr cheeks)
I run wit crooks that be a diamond boys
books(?)
Thugs sellin drugs up on blicks cops an derty
looks
Aint nuthin pretty in my city thats shitty
My
man was runnin wil' up on the isle he caught a buck
fifty
To the 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
im a legal drug thug gettin legal drug money so peep it/>Back in the days when we used to hear about the square
I
heard a lot of bodies used to get caught up by shotties there/>An out in fordy where ebony she got killed
An i be like
layin cause im filled
Wit so much envy gotta kill a man if
he comes
Near my path...shout outs to the j raths an the
whole lb style
Its all rite
Chorus:
Its all
rite (x6)
Verse two (freaky tah)
All all
all s'all rite...
Its all rite
I feel aiight/>Smokin charm
Everyday like
Killin wit the lost boyz
crew in the park
Passin the brew an the boom gettin
sparked
I feel hiiiigher
Level niggas they roll wit
the devil
Spring i be doin my thing wit my crew
This
is how i do wit my pretty rah lou
Wit spigg knight an
freak
An mista cheek
Rollin dice an rippin up
concrete
I like cominin the middle when the sun dont
shine
Im the brightest star
Niggas ask who you are/>Im freaky tah thats who i am
I be buggin cause i dont
give a damn
Killin wit my niggas
Quick to pull
triggas
Get-ta-get bigga
Cuttin up all the figures/>Listen when i comment
All rite
I be buggin out
blowin like dynomite
Jus chill wit my lacs dont tax/>Lost boyz in the backs
Chorus
Verse
three (decks)
Ya find a way to really run thru when
its on
So welcome into my zone
Its decks comin into
your home
And then i blends into tones
That make your
knees buckle an bends ya back bone
Im back from the whole
mother nappy vagabonds
That means i jus flew in from
queens
To earn my residence by any means
Cause mother
eyein me
An my society is vyin me
You see b
You
cant defile g
In its entirety
Ay yo dregg mine smoke a
lot a day
To murdered my eyes are thorough red
Im bout
ta hits a
An urban dwella
Creepin deep in ya cellas at
nite
An its all rite
Chorus
Verse
four (mr cheeks)
The microphone i ssssplit apart/>I be like moses
Whut you suppose miss
I be wit the
feelas puffin l's every day of the week
Me freak tah
an pretty lou an the spigg
Diggin deep down into the grave
ill dismiss
Any mc who tries to go against this
My
crew is every nigga
I represent the van wyck an 1-3-4 ill
connect wit at the door
Close ya window
Ill be havin
baggin jeans timberlin boots steel toe
I be gettin biz
yo
Big decks take a pull of this l
So i can go an
raise some hell
From the back
I will attack
12
oclock exact
Wearin black timberlins an uh a field
jacket
I be wit the niggas an we be causin rack
I cant
forget rod an the b lover
An my nigga mar-juan the don/>Niggas gettin on the vein
I be wit the man whos the
chain
Big henn shout out to all of my men
In the
pen
Even up state niggas pushin weight niggas pushin
weight
An bitches...its all rite
Chorus
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