Lirik Lagu Beasts From The East - Lost Boyz
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featuring Canibus A+ and Redman
Mr.CheeksYo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and passnigga watch your back once you talk out your assI back up 3 80 and my stash for protectionfamily is raged the world is acting crazedI never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambledon point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gambleAnd living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rottenall my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgottennow my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,official Lost Boyz since the year of 86And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashionYou think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinkingIt's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinkingWithout blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pagesI'll rip you from the backyard of ? ...
--A+A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymesOff the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drumsRotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,knockin niggas three times my size outThe crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummyFor the fast money, I get up in that ass moneythe fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs meI leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get upEmcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,I blow up the spot when it's time to rockI speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred wattsWho wanna fight son, I get dumbword to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run,When the Source set it down, I'm inner servicedTo cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to
Mr.CheeksYo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and passnigga watch your back once you talk out your assI back up 3 80 and my stash for protectionfamily is raged the world is acting crazedI never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambledon point like a knife I'm takin' life as a gambleAnd living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rottenall my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgottennow my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,official Lost Boyz since the year of 86And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,at times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashionYou think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinkingIt's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm drinkingWithout blinking man, I'll tare your crew like pagesI'll rip you from the backyard of ? ...
--A+A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymesOff the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drumsRotten shit, make the opposite team call a time out,knockin niggas three times my size outThe crowd loves me, so when I aint around they ask for me,I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummyFor the fast money, I get up in that ass moneythe fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs meI leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get upEmcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars,I blow up the spot when it's time to rockI speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred wattsWho wanna fight son, I get dumbword to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev Run,When the Source set it down, I'm inner servicedTo cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to
