get me cuz I'm out to get you One on on, yo that's how I do I'm sneaky Freaky Tah, I'm from the Lost Boyz Crew Now one for the tremble, two for the bass
how we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from, it's where you at Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes" You got
Traduzione: Lost Boyz. Get Your Hustle On.
bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie
Die For the record let it be known - chrome for sale and any one of these niggaz could blow your grill Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel
fit I play the smart when I hustle on the Van Whip Believe kid, word to mom we come through and make a power move kid on you you and you My man Pop got
can'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
a whole ounce of herb Word my man I never hit it raw On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] I'm, just your, ordinary
get keys dem and dem is mad tight (is mad tight) set-up organation organize on the block organize...block nobody's slingin on the block eh yo we got
get struck first I bury they body on 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 go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy your mind
your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the
, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on
to get struck first I bury they body on 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
Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass It meant Nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle'll be
dem to get keys dem and dem is mad tight Set-up organation organize on the block Nobody's slingin' on the block eeh yo, we got this block on lock And
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
