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Music Makes Me High (Frankie Cutlass main)
Lost Boyz
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East coast, West coast and worldwide
You know what I mean?
This is how we represent Jamaica Queens
Timberland boots and the baggy jeans
I got my man Frank Kut, who lays in the cut
Preparing to get these clown niggas in the gut
Now what the - you want?
What the - you want?
Ayo, ayo
Yo, Raf, ring the alarm, kid
I know Spigg got my back and Freaky Kah, he's lost his charm
I give a one, two for my man Pretty Lou
As I bless the rest of my New York City crew
Now, as we continue to bring you the flav'
Represent the LB's from the cradle to the grave, now
Now how's that? One time for your mind
I run it down the line, I'm givin' sight to the blind
I'm comin' through with my clique, now
What you gon' do when shit get sticky?
Gonna start your running and hiding
Is you gonna start your slipping and sliding?
Man, I thought you had this game in a snatch
Now, how do it feel with real niggas in the act?
Mr. Mr. Freaks, Freaky Freaky Tah
Pretty Pretty Lou, Spiggie Spigg Nicety
I'm so high, this music makes me high
I'm so high, this music makes me high
These tracks be makin' me high
These beats be makin' me high
Listen, I'm so high, I'm so high
My man Frank blessed a nigga with the track
Plugged me in, gave me the sign to react
Now whoever comes inside my path
I cut that ass in half, kid, I make you feel the wrath
Now are there any volunteers?
Now to lose their careers, man, we fears no fears
Legal drug thugs comin' through, that's the deal
Beyond 9-5, LB family keep it real
The part is cleat, walkin' on these - streets
Now I walk beats, even my wife cheats
Now I gots to tally up and get it on
The word is bond, the shit is on
Now I must represent for the fam
Real niggas gettin' rich, bitch niggas scram
Until the day that I die, it's LB's
From the year 9-5 to 2G's
I'm so high, this music makes me high
I'm so high, this music makes me high
These tracks be makin' me high
These beats be makin' me high
I'm so high, I'm so high (this goes out to)
All my peoples doin' bids
All of my shorties on their own, that's raisin' kids
To all of my niggas who can't see that we made it
Niggas know the deal, I'm the real, this is rated
Step back to the left, who's the first one to get it?
Leave your mind in the state of shock when I hit it
Run up on niggas that be frontin' and shammin'
Ayo, that's word to mines, kid, I dies for my family
Nobody runs in and nobody runs out
Smokin' trees, gettin' G's, that's what we's all about
I gotta put them on since the year nine pound
Represent my town, show 'em how I get down
It's L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z
South Ozone, Group Home family
I'ma stay tree 'til the day that I die
From the Pretty Lou, Spigg Nice and Freaky Tah
I'm so high, this music makes me high
I'm so high, this music makes me high
These tracks be makin' me high
These beats be makin' me high
I'm so high, I'm so high
Out of states, East coast, West coast
Who be them niggas that chat the most?
Who be them niggas who shit up on they head?
It's Ness, there's no - dreads
I do it from stress and then twist it
I do it from jabbin' and dissin'
MCs, they try to get with these
I freeze 'em lower than two degrees
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