Lost Boyz

Lost Boyz - New York City War Call lyrics

[Mr. Cheeks]

What's ya niggas thinkin?

Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?

Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin

You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd out

I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin

And I'm gettin smoked out

Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits

Takin shorts from no midgets

My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status

I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest

Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad

See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent

Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come through

Represent the slum too

Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs

Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin

Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin

Who you tellin?

Chorus 2X:

It's a New York City War Call for you all

Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war

A midnight special billy New York call

So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall

[Mr. Cheeks]

Cheese and henny got me lifty

I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy

Shorty got my back, when niggas acting shifty

Spazzin when she's with me

Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get me

Shows and proves and she moves swiftly

Yo, take Atlantic City trips

While niggas backin no hood round they lips

My team is stackin chips

We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed

Tight a part mister rest ahead

That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up

We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up

These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick

I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits

I'm headin forwar, push my pedal all away

Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play

To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on

Aiyo, let's all sing along

Chorus 2X

[Mr. Cheeks]

I love this New York City life, we give and take some

You got a chance to get this cheddar nigga, make some

The only muthafucka way to go, is gettin dough

You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow

These niggas know about my rap capabilities

I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities

And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit

Love to talk shit, I'm on that Queens, New York shit

That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation

My hot skills, help me build my foundation

Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge

To my niggas Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge

But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play

Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day

Let the henny stay, many say, let it go

You feelin that you got game nigga, bet it yo

Chorus 2X

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