Lost Boyz lyrics
Lost Boyz lyrics
"Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless lyrics"
Just Lose It lyrics
[Intro] [Eminem making sounds] Ok.. Guess who's back? Back again Shady's back Tell a friend Whaaaaaaaa Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.....Pajama time [Verse 1] Come here little kiddies, On my lap
[Intro] [Eminem making sounds] Ok.. Guess who's back? Back again Shady's back Tell a friend Whaaaaaaaa Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.....Pajama time [Verse 1] Come here little kiddies, On my lap
>Freaky Tah verses Mr. Cheeks Intro: [Freaky Tah] Everybody's buckin, don't give it a damn everbody...everbody(echo) Verse 1 [Mr.Cheeks] Straight from cop killer Queens a juvenile named Jack >Jack at the age of 17 >uh huh yo this kid Jack started slingin crack >started slingin crack he's on the road to riches >riches baggin bitches >bitches he's in clubs takin pitchers drink your finger always into sess his lifestyles buckwild honey child >yeah got a shorty named Val >Val she stays on the Isle >ahhh he started slingin at the age of 17 >uhh huh his hearts made of steel >eh yo kid his minds full of green >full of green he got his first ounce made a grand 400 >hundred 3 bills to get fresh he other bills to get blunted >to be bluntAvec Elegance lyricsed and wit the letter G >G he bought the letter O >O next thing you know man he's rakin in the dough >rakin in the dough he put his people down cuz say thats only right >aight for dem to get keys dem and dem is mad tight >is mad tight set-up organation organize on the block>organize...block nobody's slingin on the block eh yo we got this block on lock and it's the.... >huh Chorus Lifestyles of the rich & shameless >shameless some die wit the name >wit the name some die nameless >some die nameless it's all the same game >It's on it's all the same pain >It's on it's all the same pain >It's On it's all the same game >It's On Verse 2 The verse 2's about this girl named Yvette >Vette she lived out in Queens pushed the red Corvette >Corvette she's pumpin weight >uh
Se sentir quelque peu romain Mais au temps de la d?cadence Gratter sa m?moire ? deux mains Ne plus parler qu'? son silence Et Ne plus vouloir se faire aimer Pour cause de trop peu d'importance Etre d?sesp?r? Mais avec ?l?gance Sentir la pente plus glissante Qu'au temps o? le corps ?tais mince Lire dans les yeus de ravissantes Que cinquAnother Dead End Story lyricshuh in and outta state >in and outta state outta state license plate >eh yo see her lifestyle is straight weight >hah she's into lickin shots >yeah stickin blocks gotta shorty on the team>uhh huh shortie's into pickin locks makin G's takin trips cross seas >seas just enough to be flashin cash they be stashin >hah she's wit the cats >huh huh they love packin gats >huh bulletproof vest bulletproof baseball hats her and the queens stay right gettin high too Lex, Coups and Jeeps >ahh got beeps can & lai brew >brew it's all the same shame >huh just a diffrent name >huh shorty's sniffin cane >huh just to maintain >huh to a nice shorty rock O-D'd >shorty what who O-D's bring me the chorus >shoulda chilled pass me the weed >I would pass the weed Chorus Verse 3 I use
it's been a long time coming and it's finally come to this you win some you loose some it's hit or miss with the shadow of failure my back bears the burden for it all I'm just like the rest and part of the problem [chorus] well I'm always on the wrong streets -- another dead end story the cars never they never stop for me -- another dead end story biding my time my time toWho Stole My Car lyricsd to hustle up on Linden in the van me and my man did that thing hand in hand 20 bills up>huhhuh but verse itt time to rap but the fiends kept commin back Im tryin to put my lifestyle in order >aight the games mad deep I keep my feet above the water >above the water caught a bid got a wife and kid >huh the name just burned in the flame >huh so out the game I slid >slid so now Im into makin hits wit my men >huh I hustle wit my style >huh cook up works wit my pen >true Mr. Cheeks represent in the gutter >gutter Freaky Tah gettin lai thats my brudda >thats my brudda In the game >huh and hit you in the brain >huh and if I was cocaine >huh believe it Im your main >huh Tally up it's the Lost Boyz crew an Freaky Tah, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou an.. Chorus/Outr
Now a joke is a joke and funny games are chill But this isn't funny y'all this is straight up ill Now there's a limit to humor and this is goin too far I ain't laughin no more y'all now who stole my car Now I don't know if you ever had a car stolen before But it's a real crazy feeling when you walk out the door And you don't need a map or any kinda