Lost Boyz - New York City War Call Lyrics
[Mr. Cheeks]What's ya niggas thinkin?Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?Button up your lip, your ship is sinkinYou must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd outI'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittinAnd I'm gettin smoked outScate through the streets in whips crossin five digitsTakin shorts from no midgetsMy style is top notch, y'all niggas can't ***** with the statusI'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattestYo, toss ya niggas like a saladSee ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violentKeep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come throughRepresent the slum tooWearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my TimbsJewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellinMake a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellinWho you tellin?Chorus 2X:It's a New York City War Call for you allUs cats gettin green, by all means love the warA midnight special billy New York callSo when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall[Mr. Cheeks]Cheese and henny got me liftyI'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsyShorty got my back, when niggas acting shiftySpazzin when she's with meLoves to hit them niggas tryin to get meShows and proves and she moves swiftlyYo, take Atlantic City tripsWhile niggas backin no hood round they lipsMy team is stackin chipsWe push the hot whips, keep they kids fedTight a part mister rest aheadThat jealously shit is dead, ***** it live it upWe comin through and takin shit if they don't give it upThese tattoos on my body, it's no gimmickI'm takin shit to the essence, no limitsI'm headin forwar
