Risin To The Top (no Stoppin Us) Lyrics - Lost Boyz

[Mr. Cheeks] 

You know the lifestyle, plain and simple, out to get it 

It's ghetto game us niggas play no doubt we stay commited 

And capable to bring the hot shit, no matter what 

And where we aim, we do our thing to bring the fatter cut 

See my succession based on strugglin and hard times 

And boulevard dimes been with boulevard crimes 

It kept me on my feet, and 'cause these playa haters hate us 

Off and on and on the court, because we make threes and twos 

You bound to dues, once she fuck around with raw shit 

No bullshittin still hittin you with more shit 

My yellowness don't mean a nigga when I broadcast 

Yo you don't want my skills to get in your ass 

I've seen alot come and go but I'mma stay here 

I get my heat up in the street 'cause they don't play fair 

I'm tryin to keep it level headed but it's really hard 

When niggas tryin to take what I be gettin, feel me god? 

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LB Fam bring the shit that's hot 

Besides that we risin to the top 

There's no way to stoppin us 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Time to make cakes, no time for the bullshit 

Watch how a nigga pull shit 

From underneath the spleef, black bandana, Yankee fitted 

For those that wanna nigga, come and get it 

A rap skills official, bring my ghetto mix to any session 

Straight finessin tracks, no question 

Gotta feel good, risin to the top, started from the bottom 

Like revenge, gettin niggas when you spot em 

Got my shit ready, niggas gettin gased like Getty 

It's time to send a message hold em steady 

Chicks and niggas get the meanin 

My chain and my ring gleamin 

Only hot rocks a nigga steamin 

Yo it's LB to the death throw em up 

Pass the weed, more liquor in my cup 

Bottom line, we gonna shine, 'cause the year '99 

You goes for yours, I go for mine 

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[Mr. Hezekiah] 

I wanna know, do you understand, about the LB Fam 

About the LB Fam 

We about to put our foot up in 

To put our foot up in your ass!! 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

Hennecy, done moneys on the table 

Should make you kill a man, I'm willin and I'm able 

I stay with hot whips, hot jewels and hot chicks 

Which nigga said he need a ring, a cousin got nicks 

But on the low we got the twenty sacks and hydro 

Increase my pay from the way that I flow 

Aiyo my chicks and my niggas know how I go 

Late night creepin plus we keepin eyes low 

Aiyo again, it's in between the lap, I kick the rap 

On the highway, bouncin if it's Friday 

My g sleen back, represent the backstreets 

Besides that, we got the tight rap and phat beats 

Aiyo my man Sexxx, plug me in it's on again 

Head south, reach Cali right it's on again 

It's LB Fam, understand, right or wrong my friend? 

We gotta keep it strong, don't know when it's all or end 

It's all or end yo 

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