All Right

[Mr. Cheeks] I run with crooks that be in Donald Goines books Thugs selling drugs up on blocks, cops and lady looks Ain't nothing pretty in my city that's shitty My man's was running round up on the Isle, he caught a buck fitty To the grill, things are getting ill At times it makes me wanna holla, when I'm down to my last dollar bill We keepin' it real, see, that's the only way to keep it See I'm a legal drug thug getting Legal Drug Money so peep it Back in the days when we used to hear about the square I heard alotta bodies used to get caught up by shotties there And out in 40 where Ebonishah got killed And I be like playing cuz it feel So much envy, got to kill a man if he comes Fear my path... shout outs to the J wrath And the whole LB staff [Hook 2x: Lost Boyz] It's all right It's all right It's all right It's all right [Freaky Tah] It's all right, I feel light Smoke and ball every day and night Kill 'em with the Lost Boy crew in the park Ass in the pool and the fools gettin sparked I feel higher, level, nigga, they roll with the devils Spring, I be doing my thing with my crew This is how I do, with the Pretty Ralou And Spigg Nice and Freak, and Mr. Cheeks Rolling dice and ripping up concretes I'm like coming in the winter where the sun and the shine I'm the brightest star, niggas ask who are you I'm Freaky Tah, that's who I am I be bugging cuz I don't give a damn Chilling with my niggas, I'm quick to pull triggers And get to get biggest, copping up all the figures Listen when I come into it, all right I be bugging up, blowing like dynomite Just chill and relax, don't tax Lost Boyz in the back [Hook 2x] [Big Dex] Yo, one-two, you find a place to really run to When it's on, so welcome into my zone It's Dex coming into your home And then I, blends in with tones That makes ya knees buckle and numbs ya back bone I'm back from the home of the nappy vagabonds That means I just flew in from Queens To earn my presidents by any means Cuz my third eye and me and my society is firing me You see beef, you can't defy the G in it's entirety Aiyo, dred, my soul colide the dead So earning bread, my eyes of though with red'll bop ya heads up A urban dweller, we creepin' diggin ya cellars at night And it's all right [Hook] [Mr. Cheeks] The microphone I split apart, I be like Moses What you suppose, miss? I be with the fellas puffing L every day of the wake Me, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou and the Spigg Digging deep down into the grave, I dismiss Any MC who tries to go against this My crew is very thick I reprsent the Van Wyck And 1-3-4 knocking at your fucking door Close your window, I be having baggy jeans, Timberland Boots steel toe, I be getting biz yo Big Dex take a pull of this L So I can go and raise some hell From the back, I will attack Twelve o'clock, exact, wearing black Timberlands and a Phil jacket I be with the niggas and we be causing racket Can't forget Mark and the B Lover And my nigga Melquan, the don, niggas getting on The fame, I be with the man whos insane Big Henny, shout out to all of my men In the pen, even upstate Niggas pushing weight, niggas pushing weight And bitches... it's all right [Hook] [Freaky Tah] Think it to yourself A tear fell from my eye I gots to get wide Niggas got to die, every day Another, another, another Niggas take cover with the new shit That hold nine, got ta ----