All Right - Lost Boyz

I run with crooks that be in Donald Goines books

Thugs selling drugs up on blocks, cops and lady looks

Ain’t nothing pretty in my city that’s shitty

My man’s was running round up on the Isle, he caught a buck fitty

To the grill, things are getting ill

At times it makes me wanna holla, when I’m down to my last dollar bill

We keepin' it real, see, that’s the only way to keep it

See I’m a legal drug thug getting Legal Drug Money so peep it

Back in the days when we used to hear about the square

I heard alotta bodies used to get caught up by shotties there

And out in 40 where Ebonishah got killed

And I be like playing cuz it feel

So much envy, got to kill a man if he comes

Fear my path… shout outs to the J wrath

And the whole LB staff

It’s all right

It’s all right

It’s all right

It’s all right

It’s all right, I feel light

Smoke and ball every day and night

Kill 'em with the Lost Boy crew in the park

Ass in the pool and the fools gettin sparked

I feel higher, level, nigga, they roll with the devils

Spring, I be doing my thing with my crew

This is how I do, with the Pretty Ralou

And Spigg Nice and Freak, and Mr. Cheeks

Rolling dice and ripping up concretes

I’m like coming in the winter where the sun and the shine

I’m the brightest star, niggas ask who are you

I’m Freaky Tah, that’s who I am

I be bugging cuz I don’t give a damn

Chilling with my niggas, I’m quick to pull triggers

And get to get biggest, copping up all the figures

Listen when I come into it, all right

I be bugging up, blowing like dynomite

Just chill and relax, don’t tax

Lost Boyz in the back

Yo, one-two, you find a place to really run to

When it’s on, so welcome into my zone

It’s Dex coming into your home

And then I, blends in with tones

That makes ya knees buckle and numbs ya back bone

I’m back from the home of the nappy vagabonds

That means I just flew in from Queens

To earn my presidents by any means

Cuz my third eye and me and my society is firing me

You see beef, you can’t defy the G in it’s entirety

Aiyo, dred, my soul colide the dead

So earning bread, my eyes of though with red’ll bop ya heads up

A urban dweller, we creepin' diggin ya cellars at night

And it’s all right

The microphone I split apart, I be like Moses

What you suppose, miss?

I be with the fellas puffing L every day of the wake

Me, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou and the Spigg

Digging deep down into the grave, I dismiss

Any MC who tries to go against this

My crew is very thick I reprsent the Van Wyck

And 1−3-4 knocking at your fucking door

Close your window, I be having baggy jeans, Timberland

Boots steel toe, I be getting biz yo

Big Dex take a pull of this L

So I can go and raise some hell

From the back, I will attack

Twelve o’clock, exact, wearing black

Timberlands and a Phil jacket

I be with the niggas and we be causing racket

Can’t forget Mark and the B Lover

And my nigga Melquan, the don, niggas getting on

The fame, I be with the man whos insane

Big Henny, shout out to all of my men

In the pen, even upstate

Niggas pushing weight, niggas pushing weight

And bitches… it’s all right

Think it to yourself

A tear fell from my eye

I gots to get wide

Niggas got to die, every day

Another, another, another

Niggas take cover with the new shit

That hold nine, got ta ----