Lost Boyz

Lost Boyz

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  • Lost Boyz Lost Boyz - Only Live Once Lyrics

           

    (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)

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