Colabo Lyrics - Lost Boyz

[J-Drama] 

Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this track 

Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back 

Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens Most 

Up in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we go 

Rockin non stop to the top 

And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon pop 

Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme 

Know my team, standin right in front of the screen 

I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the games 

Out the same Queens crew, but two different names 

JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too 

I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you 

Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is what you needin 

Cardiac arrest with poor breathin 

I be leavin you in the dust, you can't front on us 

We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't bust 

Nigga what 

[Bandit] 

My team reform like a mason meeting 

I put the heat to your face, official Queens greeting 

Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for speakin 

While my niggas wild out, off the shit I'm drinkin 

That aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole group 

While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin loot 

That's how we do, jump out like you owe somethin 

You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled somethin 

You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money gettin 

Whether its rap or coke flippin 

Ya niggas need to avoid collision 

'cause your chance is tryin to advance to all my fam 

When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you and your man 

Quick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklace 

My team break records, we make ya life hectic 

The Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it 

But shit you did, we done it, y'all niggas don't want it 

Chorus 2X: Leek 

Ain't no tellin what I thought of them 

Me and my hooligans a ruin em 

Send hot ones at his crew and him 

Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the pound 

Now lay ya ass down 

[Rob U] 

We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens 

98 hold it down, basically for my team 

Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on point 

'cause nothin to lose, wanna be thug cats 

Push ya shit back, but fuck that 

We play the game too, only if it's necessary 

We never start shit, we finish shit 

And holdin it down, when it's time to go hard 

In this rap shit too, if you wanna get technical 

It's quite a few to hold it down like we do 

And lay ya verse on a track that be confortable 

It ain't a team out here fuckin with my crew 

South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin through 

Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit kid 

Forever in my memory 

[Jugga] 

Now let me get on the mic, and get the penis 

What's the count em in this? 

Third and one, man in motion, I'm about the blitz ya scrimmage 

I see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the blows 

Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, stay down 

Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem 

Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold me 

The acrobatic track assassinator me and Drama 

Stand back to back like 25 on a calculator 

Now make a move, I shake em like an earthquake 

I'm a take em and tie em into a human pretzle 

What's left to do then break em 

I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with and LP and CD 

Strictly GB now we be, gutter butter family strong 

Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb 

on our flight to our show in Hong Kong 

Now hold on tight, it's the rap reckin ball 

Knockin ya out of position we don't saw 

JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuate 

A whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggas 

Chorus 2X