Lost Boyz - New York City War Call lyrics

[Mr. Cheeks] What's ya n***as thinkin? Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin? bu*ton up your lip, your ship is sinkin You must be coked out, frontin like that a** is loc'd out I'm gettin cheddar from this sh** I'm spittin And I'm gettin smoked out Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits Takin shorts from no midgets My style is top notch, y'all n***as can't f** with the status I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin sh** the phattest Yo, toss ya n***as like a salad See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent Keep in silent when we run through, you know how n***as come through Represent the slum too Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya n***as yellin Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullsh** you sellin Who you tellin? Chorus 2X: It's a New York City War Call for you all Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war A midnight special billy New York call So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall [Mr. Cheeks] Cheese and henny got me lifty I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy Shorty got my back, when n***as acting shifty Spazzin when she's with me Loves to hit them n***as tryin to get me Shows and proves and she moves swiftly Yo, take Atlantic City trips While n***as backin no hood round they lips My team is stackin chips We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed Tight a part mister rest ahead That jealously sh** is dead, f** it live it up We comin through and takin sh** if they don't give it up These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick I'm takin sh** to the essence, no limits I'm headin forwar, push my pedal all away Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on Aiyo, let's all sing along Chorus 2X [Mr. Cheeks] I love this New York City life, we give and take some You got a chance to get this cheddar n***a, make some The only muthaf**a way to go, is gettin dough You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow These n***as know about my rap capabilities I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit Love to talk sh**, I'm on that Queens, New York sh** That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation My hot sk**s, help me build my foundation Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge To my n***as Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day Let the henny stay, many say, let it go You feelin that you got game n***a, bet it yo Chorus 2X