Текст песни Legal Drug Money - Lost Boyz
Here
comes
the
real
rough
rap
Shit
is
getting
ill,
cuz
we
the
microphone
wrath
[Mr.
Cheeks]
(Freaky
Tah)
Now
for
years,
I′ve
been
trying
to
show
the
skills
(show
ya
skills,
nigga!)
So
I
can
do
my
thing
with
wifey
and
start
knocking
on
some
bills
and
then
My
peoples
in
the
headlight
yo
(blaow!)
so
innocent
Mr.
Cheeks,
yeah
(a
real
nigga
reprsenting
now)
I
lived
out
in
Queens,
man,
for
years
(hah!)
I'm
seeing
ya
brothers
killing
brothers,
man,
that
means
(more
tears)
Every
day
I′m
trying
and
I'm
seeing
my
niggas
dying
And
I'm
asking
mom
dukes
(why
you
crying)
I
got
a
little
man,
my
little
man
is
getting
older
I
wipe
my
wifeys
eyes,
every
time
she
cries,
as
I
hold
her
It′s
tough
coming
up
as
a
young
black
man
Understand,
see
the
world
is
ran
by
the
Klan
Just
like
Tom
and
Jerry
with
cheese
And
they
seem
to
lock
us
down
when
they
bring
in
the
keys
Well
I
guess
that′s
the
way
that
is
(what?)
It's
time
for
Mr.
Cheeks
and
Lost
Boyz
to
get
biz
And
get
this
Legal
Drug
Money
I
seen
this
nigga
went
crazy
on
the
train
At
first
I
thought
he
was
nice
but
at
the
same
time
I
feel
the
pain
Cuz
another
niggas
dead
on
the
street
over
dope
shit
Like
nigga
where
you
run
shit?
It
bothers
me
on
the
norm,
I
stand
tall
With
my
back
against
the
wall,
and
my
hand
on
my
four-four
(Mr.
Cheeks:
Aiyo,
what
about
the
world,
Tah?)
The
world
seems
to
bug
me
Don′t
know
who
wants
to
kill
me
Don't
know
who
wants
to
love
me
Man,
listen,
I
be
keeping
peace
in
my
heart
But
if
shit
hit
the
fan,
I
rip
shit
apart
I′m
not
with
the
beef
and
emotion,
I'd
rather
smoke
yall
And
dump
a
fat
bong
around
the
ocean
I
maintain
keep
my
self
up
to
par
Got
no
appetite
for
it,
cuz
every
critic
like
a
falling
star
And
on
the
real,
kid,
it
ain′t
nothing
funny
Freaky
Tah,
LB
Fam,
'94,
Legal
Drug
Money
You
say
it's
94,
I
warm
it
up
and
give
it
to
ya
raw
You
say
you
wanna
battle
well
prepare
for
the
war
I
shuffle
up
and
break
them
down
cuz
we
catch
′em
with
the
quickness
My
name
is
Mr.
Cheeks
and
if
your
cheeks
is
next
to
sickness
In
the
dictionary,
I
will
bury
any
MC
With
violence,
my
crew
or
even
try
to
go
against
me
For
real,
I′d
rather
push
an
Ac'
with
some
rims
And
bounce
around
Queens
with
some
baggy
jeans
and
Timbs
And
chill,
puff
on
a
Phil′
at
will
I
got
a
baby
boy
to
skill,
it's
so
much
to
keep
it
real
Relax,
I
got
a
style
smoother
than
a
Saxon
I
looked
into
the
mirror,
say
it
clear
than
the
Jackson
Guy
did,
who
shot
the
sheriff?
Nigga,
I
did
Where
you
from,
Mr.
Cheeks?
Southside,
kid
Yo,
on
the
real,
man,
it
ain′t
nothing
funny
'94,
′95,
'96,
Legal
Drug
Money,
chill
Give
it
up,
come
out
ya
fucking
pockets
Put
ya
face
to
the
ground,
how
do
that
sound?
Go
pound
for
pound,
letting
off
a
shot
I'm
walking
down
the
block,
then
I
say
Yo,
stop,
then
turn
back
to
the
Buddha
spot
You,
know,
how
I
flow
Freaky
Tah
got
the
pizzy
ass
ho.
1 Renee
2 Channel Zero
3 Music Makes Me High
4 Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless
5 1, 2, 3
6 Intro
7 The Yearn
8 Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz
9 All Right
10 Legal Drug Money
11 Get Up
12 Is This da Part
13 Straight from da Ghetto
14 Keep It Real
15 Da Game
16 Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless (Remix)
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