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LOST BOYZ lyrics - LB IV Life

Plug Me In

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Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio Live as stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin I still understand the reason that you feel that Yo, I'm a crook like Donald One Shit sat up like coins listen everyone joins in the session Know when I'm about to teach a lesson In love when micronesses starts remising Listen, raps of the hook as Elves run take it like a man kid it's our turn Shout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose to Yo from the fam understand, yo we don'ts do Love the way of goin down baby No doubt these bitches weak arse on the style Until the day I'm up an gone I'm gonna get it on An' let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted on From day one we had hot mix Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats Keep it come through an' get some extra arse Plug me in I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the liss You could either give that or you can get with this Man I promise just to hit you with officialis An' all I ask is you don't get me nor my pistol clips So recognise the guns blast for the love of that Are yo good for me pull my blast I'm a see that arse Until then I'm a rhyme kid and still shine But when I spot him I'm a get him doubt him bottom line That future rap, yo I'm crap cause I play the streets An the way yo niggas live that's what I say the beast Keep the cheddar in my pockets ain't no bubbly An when it trouble me, honey make it a double G Helby fam represent New York City Hang on the siss, an we get criss pretty All my keys throw your L's up, you know it's on I'm a keep this here strong until the flow is gone Plug me in Let me get a mic a checker, one, two now I came through this show these niggas how we do now Cadillacs be seated an we gettin weeded As long as I've been in this game I have been indefeated You can't fuck around my shit is at a puntin radies Top or not still hot ain't nuthin changed All these are G subs in uniform You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it Wish an' rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweats Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue Wynette We hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretch Get, an' meanwhile while you be talkin that same shit You whoop a nickel this game kid Plug me in

Air Force Ones

NELLY "Nellyville"
[Intro] Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy [Chorus] I said give me two pair (cause) I need two pair So I can get to stompin in my air force ones (Big boys) stompin in my air force ones [Nelly] I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um (Big Boy) the last person who touched 'em I damn near shot 'em, (big boy) [Kyjuan] Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi (Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie (Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop My niggas flip flop (Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top (Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy) [Ali] I like the limited edition to kaki and army green (Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings (Big boy) size twelve with the strap Red and white with a cardinal cap (Big boy) all flavors well it just depend on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy) [Murphy Lee] Don't get me wrong man And Murphy lee aint dumb man (Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man (Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man (Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy) [Chorus x2] [Murphy Lee] We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those (Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those (Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo (Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws (Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes (Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue (Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice (Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph (yo) 'thanks for the advice' (big boy) [Ali] I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do (Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue (Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks lows mids and high tops, (big boy) Wit' the clear sole But its timbs and fat laces when its cold (Big boy) but when the winter go(blhhha) and the hot summer flow (Big boy) then its back to the all purpose wit' them lil dots in the toe (Big boy) ain't nothin stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho (Big boy) on dem Nike air force and e behind de o (big boy) [Kyjuan] O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride (Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside (Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh With the electric roof (Big boy) since I put a kit on the sole now I got a wider shoe (Big boy) you see them low mids with the purple coop I'm drivin them (Big boy), (Kyjuan, were you getting dem colors, are you dyin them) (Big boy) ten is my size in dem No point in tiein dem (Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on You know I'm buyin dem (big boy) [Nelly] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites (Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte (Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night (Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you fucked up your whole night (Big boy) whats my basis The look up sto on his faces (Big boy) this kids outrageous hes buyin' them by the cases (Big boy) cuz once I cop um I gut um and switch the laces (Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my datin (big boy) [Chorus x2] [Kyjuan] I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem (Big Boy) damn, when those come out so I write the date on them (Big Boy) these Louie Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them (Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy) [Murphy Lee] Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man (Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands (Big boy) jewelry and all (Wow) fish bowlin um all (Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy) [Nelly] Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay (Big boy) walk in the mall and they know what I'm bout to say (Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray (Big boy) ones in the back and (yo) tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy) [Ali] Now in da box is where were I keep mine (keep mine) You should peep mine (big boy), (peep mine) Maybe once or twice but never three times (Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes (Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pair (big boy) [Chorus x2] Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy

Konspiracy

ONYX
[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me [copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out alright [Sticky] Yo, aight aight man! [copper] Get the fuck down on the ground man! [Sticky] Aight man! [copper] Now keep your ass on the floor.. [Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man? [devil] You can trust me man [Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God! [devil] Ah-hahahaha [Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man! [devil] Ay, I am Stress [Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH! [devil] Yeah, I got you where I want you [Sticky] Word up man [devil] Hehehe [Sticky] Ain't got nowhere to go Son [devil] No you don't Yo Chorus: Onyx These streets is tryin to kill me My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up Twenty-five to life, throw the key Chorus Verse One: X-1 Yo, yo You know what happens in the actions of the inner city tale When your thoughts fail and have you scared to death biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make sales Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place Gimme the funds up out of the safe Hit the fire escape, high-divin gates Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint Chorus Verse Two: Sonsee Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off safe To take off a face, just in case, a quiet lace Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, your block-and anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and rotten So eyes open, don't sleep Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat Police, wanna brutalize me to death And my foes wanna see me lose all my breath Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my beans And bitches that gave me skins, wanna watch my end Cut open my chest, and see my heart pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price Til then, when it's over, kamikaze Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers with me! Chorus Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin everything We want the pussies to the diamond rings You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to pour Official Nast' to put your body on the floor *BLAM BLAM* *BLAM* OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach! UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it? Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking* [Sticky changes to a narrator voice] My whole life I ain't never give a shit My mentality was *clip cocked into gun* get shot or gimme a gam If the gun ain't jam, I woulda bust you I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you? I did some things that I sorta regret But I can't bring them niggaz back kid they already wet As a kid I went to jail cause I sold crack I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back [Sticky switches back to panicked voice] Oh SHIT! What happened?! Wait, now I 'member! And where my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window *broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood spilt ('Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!') Oh shit! *BLAM* [Sticky narrates as a ghost] I left behind a widow and a bastard kid The streets was tryin to kill me, and it did Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro Starr These streets is tryin to kill me That's why I keep a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me This shit is deadly, this ghetto might murder me or lock me up for twenty five to life throw the key, I'm low key So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is worth more than a pound of weed, I die for my seed Kill for my family, fuck this world cause this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me But til they bury me When sixteen shots enter me Remember me your worst enemy Motherfuckers!

Did She Say (Remix)

JAGGED EDGE "Jagged Little Thrill"
(feat. Lil' Bow Wow, JD, & Da Brat) (Oh shit!) So So to the Def, JE, Bow Wow Six in the mornin', mom's at my door Airport's all wired, cause the kid should flow Got an interview to do I ain't tryin' to be late But I can't leave the house Without my Funk Flex tape You know me AKA little cold crush Keep it hoppin' like a 6-4 juiced up Keep it poppin' from The Tunnel to the plush So So Def, yeah that's us [JE] Tell me how can you Believe everything you hear She ain't telling you Cause she really wants to be here with me And she would do anything to get with me So please, don't believe a thing that she says to you Did she say that she, that she be calling me baby When she told you I was no good And how all the time she tried to give it to me Did she say that she wanted me Did she say Ain't the first time that she stabbed you in your back Open up your eyes and see A real friend wouldn't do that Cause you need to sit her down and let her know You can't mess up a good thing so go I just wanna know one thing, baby did she say She said I want your man Making all sorts of plans Trying to get me away from you And as soon as you're gone She's tryin' to get it on Baby don't you listen to what she say [JD (Brat)] We don't stop (For what) Yo uh Now when my pager go... Who you think that is My bitch, no your bitch see She like you, but she in love with me And how I go back and forth with da [Da Brat] B-R-A-T, when the two way vibrate It's your nigga that's tryna come up on a hot date To get next to Chante Face it, he only fucked you cause he was wasted And now he want a replacement [JD] Basically your listening to the hottest fam Since the Jackson 5 We don't run outside, we hit the middle with the dive Playa ice and the tweny inches on the ride Playa when you see me [Da Brat (JD)] You see me, same thing, same way Radio, TV, up in your face It's us that digustingly bust and come up (With our head out the window screaming) We don't give a fuck (Meet us dead in the bed) Till the shit blow up [Funkmaster Flex] Yeah shout to Big Kap, Alcatraz Cipher Sounds, Johnny Walker Ray DJ Keori, Mister Cee DJ Scratch and DJ Twinz

Nitty Gritty

Jayo Felony "Whatcha Gonna Do"
featuring Method Man DMX *Chorus* I say I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo (2x) wha wha wha wha whaaat *Jayo Felony* I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup Up in Harlem World in my Timb boots Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex S.D., Jersey we getting more sex flow next go next *Chorus* *Hook* Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh (2x) *Method Man* If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh? Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace And all them crooked cops on the beat My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts With darts, like HBO watching after dark No love for a mark, even less for a trick That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ... Real shit hotness Run wit my niggas that aint got shit Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit One time, out for mine, but cant stop it Trying to keep they hands in my pocket So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic Leave the crop scene spotless Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic Niggas, synchronize your watches We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo Mr. meth, (DMX!) Im running loco motherfucker *Chorus* *Hook* *DMX* I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo Feel the pressure Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser Niggas hit me with the best shit then what I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ... Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something I got more homies than an esse, but lets say I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day The best way you can hope to get close to me Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be The first time you start acting fuckin strange Best to be ducking range Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain I break niggaz like promises Split em' open like Thomas' And sell more drugs than a pharmacist Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime Attitude that doesnt mind doing time *Chorus* *Hook*

Used To Know Remix

AKON "Konkrete Jungle"
I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop What the fuck? Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back God damn I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, care down I'm made of fire, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my pick top 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Money money money man I got DC's, crockodiles On both feet, Kai Peters Livin' life, screwed up Jump lane for 100 meters You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies But that's bullshit, I'm too fly My heart cold, I don't feel Nothin' in it, it paralyzed Deep and under, I cut 'er off She know how to treat a boss I move pounds like Boston George Get high before I was record Mark Jacobs on my face Gator heads on my waist Makin' more, B-O-T I pop the trunk but there's lil space Goin' in on everything Head first, divin' for it You playin' games, changin' numbers And I ain't got time for it Drop the top, I need head room Flat screens in my bathroom I got a red hoe with long weave With Money Man on her tattoos But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba You can look, never let him touch it Think about it all day – Mothafucka Run over niggas, road kill Need room to breathe like fishy gills Give them to you? What's the use Give them away, goodwill High heels, TG's Got that ass movin' in 3D The riding cure everything's so Breezy Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi ... heart cold Third eye, heart froze Armpits, tagged toes Beauty and the beast, don't love hoes That shit, I don't like it Do anything for a Klondike Ice-cream but my ice clean And my cake feels, bon appetite Devious, French too Bitch cost, whole thang Twenty cake in my bustier 38 in my villa rang Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat

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