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Take a hike (one)


Lost Boyz Lyrics

 

Take a hike (one) Lyrics

Take a hike (one) by Lost Boyz


[Mr. Cheeks]
It's time to show minds once again
Bunch of friends, yo sh*t here will never end
So top tennin all niggas locked in pen
One, we come thru we sh*t we done sh*t
Know how we roll, quiet storm in a b**ch
Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips
Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine,
nigga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on
My sh*t is like a piece of pussy and hit it long
Far from the none, the hot sh*t to bring the storm
Daddy, me and my team we perform like the caddy
Keep the chicks with the fat fatties, and we keep the L's burnin
Still showin skills and we keep the wheels turning
Yo, South Jamaica Queens veteran
LB IV Life, be my tack two better than

Chorus:
f**k niggas who dislike me
Aiyo talkin that sh*t, about ya mouth don't excite me
All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g
Disrespect me, we don't take lightly
All ya niggas who dislike me
Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me
All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g
Disrespect me, we don't take lightly

[Mr. Cheeks]
Everything I write is hot
Once had beef with this nigga called Writer's Block
Niggas mad, cuz I do what I gotta do
Don't turn ya back, cuz on the real I made a lot of U
I hit these niggas with the hot sh*t, why not?
Supply my label with the hot sh*t, that I got
These peoples try to hold me back, they try to f**k with me
I just write another sh*t, can my love be
These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound
But once those niggas outta town, yo sh*t storm now
We hear that sh*t, yo it only makes us hotter
The bad motherf**kin niggas got up
Up in the whip, yo these niggas on the payroll
We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say hoe
Yo my sh*t is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers
While I take the sh*t to different stages

Chorus

[Mr. Cheeks]
In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice
I think about this bad b**ch I only hit twice
My underworld, it still spins like the wheels in
No matter what, I'mma still show the skills in
You can't stop me, from gettin sh*t can't f**k around kid
Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break
All them fake whos that fake moves
Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views
Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene
They help me spit that hot sh*t get the nine mean
While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising
Aiyo we still organizing, don't get sh*t twisted
Nigga came late kid, you missed it
Aiyo this style is unlisted
I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I'm blunted true
Give up the house, car, career, and run it too
Yeah you said give up the house, car, career and run it too



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