Lost Boyz - 5 A.M. Lyrics
Chorus: QBIt's be them real life ghetto shitBe couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it downGames not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicksWe got no time for these dicks(Push the hot whips)Burn trees, drink hennecyWhen I die you'll remember meSo when I'll die you'll remember meThis be some real life ghetto shit[LG]Niggas thinkin shit is sweetBut I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speakAnd don't get caught asleep with some with a freakCuz the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief[Mr. Cheeks]I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkinYo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in himTry to warn him, my little brother and they team theyhad to run up on himA new *****, they chon him[LG]These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meatWhatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feetThe streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heatNo matter where we go, never know if we got beef[Mr. Cheeks]Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaksBut when it's showtime, they on line, che che che cheListen, nigga play your positionYou was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in[LG]Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hardI spent my money at the bar, but I still be largeCharge cards, your garage for my truckMy cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the ***** up![Mr. Cheeks]Yo ***** the dumb shit, we spit official slum shitYo what the *****, is that the best a nigga come withI love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymesI got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime[LG]And I know that it hurts C
