Lost Boyz

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  • Lost Boyz Lost Boyz - Ghetto Jiggy Lyrics

           

    (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

    ??? ??? ???HANDLE MY BUSINESS,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 ????????THERE WAS NO POT TOO PISS IN

    YO 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

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