5 A.m. Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Chorus: QB 

It's be them real life ghetto shit 

Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down 

Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks 

We got no time for these dicks 

(Push the hot whips) 

Burn trees, drink hennecy 

When I die you'll remember me 

So when I'll die you'll remember me 

This be some real life ghetto shit 

[LG] 

Niggas thinkin shit is sweet 

But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak 

And don't get caught asleep with some with a freak 

'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap, chief 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still walkin 

Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him 

Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they 

had to run up on him 

A new asshole, they chon him 

[LG] 

These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note they meat 

Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet 

The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat 

No matter where we go, never know if we got beef 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks 

But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che 

Listen, nigga play your position 

You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss in 

[LG] 

Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is really hard 

I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large 

Charge cards, your garage for my truck 

My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck up! 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Yo fuck the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit 

Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with 

I love the night life, a gift to soak my right rhymes 

I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime 

[LG] 

And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas 

So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son? 

Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women 

Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of prison 

We miss 'em 

Chorus 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us 

What's the deal god, they hard to find us 

Be prepared to feel my nine bust 

Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be 

But youse afraid to even come see 

[LG] 

Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with Timbs 

The streets are dims, the heats on hits 

The freak are pimps, the hood livin 

Where bummy niggas gotta lie to dough 

I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them hoes 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends 

The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix 

Rather be judged by twelve, then carried by six 

I need the fix 

[LG] 

Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative 

Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it 

Blow them away, coin toss, throw her away 

Put your clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch! 

Chorus 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

My hot outta stay drips 

Lead the hot outta stay chicks 

The shorty named toots push the six 

Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy 

Aiyo some more she wanna give me? 

[LG] 

And you can catch me in the city spinnin 

5 A.M., window crack with my teeth grinnin 

With the sight, straight livin 

While I'm lookin at these pretty women 

Crossin the light, they lookin at me 

Like this niggas winnin, I know they hate me 

Chorus