Lost Boyz - n***az Don't Want It lyrics

[mr. cheeks] Back up off of dat speed Yo, back up off of dat speed Queens most wanted Yo, back the f** up Chorus x3: n***az don't want it over here, n***az 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 f**as Bring the ruckus, clear the floor I try to maintain, but n***az they be f**in 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 n***az 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 f** 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 n***az fake jacks f** 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 n***az know my style, n***az lookin now n***az don't wanna hurt me that's word to my pow They don't know what, what the f**s goin' on What the f** get outta here Let me go and do this by myself Got my 4-4 from my f**in 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 sh** Freekie tah got my back, watch him k** sh** 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 n***a, you wanna battle me but first face reality Cause when i'm done with you i'm doin' jacks fatality On you and your bullsh** 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 f** all the cops They get the middle finga Hold on, whatcha say, hold on Muthaf** y'all Muthaf** y'all Muthaf** y'all Muthaf** y'all f** 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 n***az 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 muathf**in steel Ima pull a head and i'm a shoot em n***az dead n***az 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 f** the police, they ain't area Ya step to my crew and i jam in ya