Текст песни Risin' To The Top (No Stoppin' Us) - Lost Boyz
[Mr.
Cheeks]
You
know
the
lifestyle,
plain
and
simple,
out
to
get
it
It′s
ghetto
game
us
niggas
play
no
doubt
we
stay
commited
And
capable
to
bring
the
hot
shit,
no
matter
what
And
where
we
aim,
we
do
our
thing
to
bring
the
fatter
cut
See
my
succession
based
on
strugglin
and
hard
times
And
boulevard
dimes
been
with
boulevard
crimes
It
kept
me
on
my
feet,
and
cuz
these
playa
haters
hate
us
Off
and
on
and
on
the
court,
because
we
make
threes
and
twos
You
bound
to
dues,
once
she
fuck
around
with
raw
shit
No
bullshittin
still
hittin
you
with
more
shit
My
yellowness
don't
mean
a
nigga
when
I
broadcast
Yo
you
don′t
want
my
skills
to
get
in
your
ass
I've
seen
alot
come
and
go
but
I'mma
stay
here
I
get
my
heat
up
in
the
street
cuz
they
don′t
play
fair
I′m
tryin
to
keep
it
level
headed
but
it's
really
hard
When
niggas
tryin
to
take
what
I
be
gettin,
feel
me
god?
Chorus
2X
LB
Fam
bring
the
shit
that′s
hot
Besides
that
we
risin
to
the
top
There's
no
way
to
stoppin
us
[Mr.
Cheeks]
Time
to
make
cakes,
no
time
for
the
bullshit
Watch
how
a
nigga
pull
shit
From
underneath
the
spleef,
black
bandana,
Yankee
fitted
For
those
that
wanna
nigga,
come
and
get
it
A
rap
skills
official,
bring
my
ghetto
mix
to
any
session
Straight
finessin
tracks,
no
question
Gotta
feel
good,
risin
to
the
top,
started
from
the
bottom
Like
revenge,
gettin
niggas
when
you
spot
em
Got
my
shit
ready,
niggas
gettin
gased
like
Getty
It′s
time
to
send
a
message
hold
em
steady
Chicks
and
niggas
get
the
meanin
My
chain
and
my
ring
gleamin
Only
hot
rocks
a
nigga
steamin
Yo
it's
LB
to
the
death
throw
em
up
Pass
the
weed,
more
liquor
in
my
cup
Bottom
line,
we
gonna
shine,
cuz
the
year
′99
You
goes
for
yours,
I
go
for
mine
Chorus
2X
[Mr.
Hezekiah]
I
wanna
know,
do
you
understand,
about
the
LB
Fam
About
the
LB
Fam
We
about
to
put
our
foot
up
in
To
put
our
foot
up
in
your
ass!
[Mr.
Cheeks]
Hennecy,
done
moneys
on
the
table
Should
make
you
kill
a
man,
I'm
willin
and
I'm
able
I
stay
with
hot
whips,
hot
jewels
and
hot
chicks
Which
nigga
said
he
need
a
ring,
a
cousin
got
nicks
But
on
the
low
we
got
the
twenty
sacks
and
hydro
Increase
my
pay
from
the
way
that
I
flow
Aiyo
my
chicks
and
my
niggas
know
how
I
go
Late
night
creepin
plus
we
keepin
eyes
low
Aiyo
again,
it′s
in
between
the
lap,
I
kick
the
rap
On
the
highway,
bouncin
if
it′s
Friday
My
g
sleen
back,
represent
the
backstreets
Besides
that,
we
got
the
tight
rap
and
phat
beats
Aiyo
my
man
Sexxx,
plug
me
in
it's
on
again
Head
south,
reach
Cali
right
it′s
on
again
It's
LB
Fam,
understand,
right
or
wrong
my
friend?
We
gotta
keep
it
strong,
don′t
know
when
it's
all
or
end
It′s
all
or
end
yo
Chorus
2X
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