Niggaz Don't Want It

Artist: Lost Boyz Album: Rhyme & Reason Sountrack Song: Niggas Don't Want It [Mr. Cheeks] Back up off of dat speed Yo, back up off of dat speed Queens most wanted Yo, back the fuck up Chorus x3: Niggas Don't Want It Over Here, Niggas gettin blunted over here [Mr. Cheeks] Spiggy Nice, field jackets and I keep my jeans saggin You use the ???, see it's ??? sense the dragon It's lost boyz crew in 96, sometimes queen's mother fuckas Bring the ruckus, clear the floor I try to maintain, but niggas they be fuckin wit my brain Kid I've in this game ever since 13 It's your worst nightmare cause I'm far from a dream Some niggas wanna scream, I keep it quiet when I scheme They called us on the humble, me and Freekie Tah got stuck Now it's time for me and freekie Tah to blow the fuck up For real i'd rather puff a L in my act Or creap thru the streets with my seats layed back Or now I'm the versatile tile They keep it to my now, my made style is runnin wild I run with crews of individuals that break backs Cause know a-days niggas fake jacks Fuck all your crews and your individuals Who refuse to use mics as tools, kid ya lose that To violate the lost boyz that's a warnin', keep it real in 96 shit is on it Chorus x4 [Freekie Tah] You done made the wrong move That'll get in ya Ima bust it in with this ill type of beat Cause you know freekie tah got this ill technique Style, I'm buckwild I gotta flip some shit, the flip, the flip The flippin the script But let me bounce now, back in the game Freekie tah leakin no shame to my name Niggas know my style, niggas lookin now Niggas don't wanna hurt me that's word to my pow They don't know what, what the fucks goin' on What the fuck get outta here Let me go and do this by myself Got my 4-4 from my fuckin shelf I stay with my gun, i roll with my gun I never lose my gun, but yo I'm on the run now Chorus x3 Interlude: [Mr. Cheeks] We do this everyday, yo brin g the drama Uknowwhatimsayin [Mr. Cheeks] The year is 84, its time for me to enter with the ill shit Freekie tah got my back, watch him kill shit Lost boyz representi south side, jamaica, queens one time for your mind I wear my jeans cuse kid i got the horror, and if i die tonight bury me in My jeans tomorrow Nigga, you wanna battle me but first face reality Cause when I'm done with you I'm doin' jacks fatality On you and your bullshit crew, kid i thougt ya knew how us LB's do We comin thru, a 1000 ghetto men We creap, so don't sleep I'm stayin out of sight, only at night is when i creap I ??? to wonda put em on him, i tried to warn him in my session I put this to his brain, I'm crazy insane at this confession It's me the mr. cheeks i bring it to your brain-a, I'm crazy insane-a Chorus x4 [Freekie Tah] And i got warrants, i fuck all the cops They get the middle finga Hold on, whatcha say, hold on Muthafuck y'all Muthafuck y'all Muthafuck y'all Muthafuck y'all Fuck y'all punanas goin after mine Freekie leakin its a nothin on my line To the tick tock, I'm not gonna stop Bustin yo shot, words on the block Niggas iz lookin at me, knowin me Represent the L-O-S-T-B-O-Y-Z Ah, ah ah ah ah let bust a head inside my muathfuckin steel Ima pull a head and I'm a shoot em niggas dead Niggas don't know i bust up the hemp stead Chorus x3 [Mr. Cheeks & Freekie Tah] Eh, yo the buddah cess is in your area Lost boy crew iz scarier Fuck the police, they ain't area Ya step to my crew and i jam in ya