deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining But that's all we know 'cause from the street we got the training This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
Übersetzung: Lost Boyz. Von meiner Familie zu Yours (Widmung).
Übersetzung: Lost Boyz. Von meiner Familie zu Yours.
deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining but that's all we know cause from the street we got the training [CHORUS] this be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz [Chorus] [Verse 2] It's boyz in
't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
survival, nobody liable I got caught by a five-o Grandmama came to court with her bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family
come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for protection family
, come on! Queens represent! Come on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill
any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like you was doin sit-ups Lost Boyz nad
the top And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon pop Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme Know my team, standin right in
in the house My whole main Crompton crew, bounce Everybody is outside, bounce All of my niggaz upstate, bounce All of my niggaz downstate, bounce All of my boyz
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,
, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou My Crew Yeah East Coast my Crew West Coast my Crew The whole World my Crew Group Home my Crew Lost Boyz my Crew Lost Boyz my Crew Lost Boyz my
like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I back up three eighty and my stash for protection Family
day that I die it's L.B. from the year 95 and true 'G's Chorus (2x) Verse 4 To all of my, all my niggas doin Bids To all of my shorties on their own
niggas, can't chill The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
