Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

Yeah, LB fam finally up in this piece 

Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin' 

Want a shout out to the Uptown, you know man 

Word up 

MCA, this is how we do everyday 

Me and Freaky Tah hah 

Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice 

We be gettin' down representin' 

So this is how we go, let me let you know, how 

It be, in da, G H E, double T O, rhyme name ho 

They be runnin' down the line 

Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind 

Whose the best? Whose the worst in this here rap game? 

For those who claim to be the best, I tear them out the frame 

I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map 

Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap 

Come up with a style to make con-versital 

Don't treat me like no lame, I've been in this game for awhile 

I've seen alot ta come, I've seen alot a go 

I've seen alot ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo 

It's a trip to see a nigga slip 

Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a 

You don't even know the half of my crew 

To be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew 

Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border 

LB fam start attacking some attacking outta order 

Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats 

And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks 

Shout out to the Jeeps 

It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz 

To all my ladies and my men 

To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up 

And to the hoods 

East Coast, West Coast and World Wide 

Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai 

And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right 

Now a dayz, niggaz frontin' like they ill 

Now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill 

Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for 

I know your style, you neva hit a blunt before 

Oh, your just another in the race 

Fakin' gats, takin' up space 

To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack 

Listen kid, I've been doing this since from ways back 

In the day, Ace Duce Tre 

At the best, up to Zimbabwe hey 

Whose the best? I want the best to come test me 

So I can release some stress from my chest G 

Is you down to go pound for pound 

Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round 

I'm wonderin' 'coz I bring the thunder and the rain 

'Causin' confusion to your brain 

Shout out to the Jeeps 

It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz 

To all my ladies and my men 

To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up 

And to the hoods 

East Coast, West Coast and World Wide 

Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai 

And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right 

Keep the shit live for the year 95 

I got more niggaz in my tribe than there's beez in the bee hive 

LB Fam everyday stay high 

Mr. Cheeks, everyday high 

Concentrate to get my shit straight 

Make us wait, before it's too fuckin' late 

The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be's wit 

That's who I runs wit, who I smoke trees wit 

Pack your bags, head outta town 

I'll be back around so be gone before sundown 

From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks 

With techniques of the streets over rough neck beats 

This room is going bounce about the Cheeks can't remember 

I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw 

Talk what you wanna, do what you gotta 

Well let me tell you something man you can't do me nadda 

Shout out to the Jeeps 

It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz 

To all my ladies and my men 

To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up 

And to the hoods 

East Coast, West Coast and World Wide 

Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai 

And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right 

Shout out to the Jeeps 

It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz 

To all my ladies and my men 

To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up 

And to the hoods 

East Coast, West Coast and World Wide 

Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai 

And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right 

Now if you listen to my album 

You see we only deal wit the real deal street life 

Shout out to the Jeeps 

It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz 

To all my ladies and my men 

To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up 

And to the hoods 

East Coast, West Coast and World Wide 

Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai 

And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right