New York City War Call Lyrics - Lost Boyz

[Mr. Cheeks] 

What's ya niggas thinkin? 

Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin? 

Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin 

You must be coked out, frontin like that ass is loc'd out 

I'm gettin cheddar from this shit I'm spittin 

And I'm gettin smoked out 

Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits 

Takin shorts from no midgets 

My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck with the status 

I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest 

Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad 

See ya style is softer than a love balad, don't let us get violent 

Keep in silent when we run through, you know how niggas come through 

Represent the slum too 

Wearin black hoodies, keep a spare segreen inside of my Timbs 

Jewelry shine like rims, hear ya niggas yellin 

Make a little bread ya head is swellin from the bullshit you sellin 

Who you tellin? 

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It's a New York City War Call for you all 

Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war 

A midnight special billy New York call 

So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Cheese and henny got me lifty 

I'm in the dark with shorty gettin tipsy 

Shorty got my back, when niggas acting shifty 

Spazzin when she's with me 

Loves to hit them niggas tryin to get me 

Shows and proves and she moves swiftly 

Yo, take Atlantic City trips 

While niggas backin no hood round they lips 

My team is stackin chips 

We push the hot whips, keep they kids fed 

Tight a part mister rest ahead 

That jealously shit is dead, fuck it live it up 

We comin through and takin shit if they don't give it up 

These tattoos on my body, it's no gimmick 

I'm takin shit to the essence, no limits 

I'm headin forwar, push my pedal all away 

Let's get this cash flowin, and start ballin we all a play 

To the day I'm up and gone, I'm gonna get it on 

Aiyo, let's all sing along 

Chorus 2X 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

I love this New York City life, we give and take some 

You got a chance to get this cheddar nigga, make some 

The only muthafucka way to go, is gettin dough 

You get yours, how you gettin yours? I get my spit and flow 

These niggas know about my rap capabilities 

I hold the streets down for my cats and the facilities 

And drink my henny when the whites, and keep the L's lit 

Love to talk shit, I'm on that Queens, New York shit 

That's where I'm from yo, the slum sound nation 

My hot skills, help me build my foundation 

Livin life up on the edge, LB Fam I pledge 

To my niggas Skate Scrape, Born King and Sledge 

But anyway I'm in this game kid, with many play 

Goin hard, knowin I can go like any day 

Let the henny stay, many say, let it go 

You feelin that you got game nigga, bet it yo 

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