My Crew - Lost Boyz

When I wake up before I gather up my pens

I shine up my fronts I give a Dutch for all my mens

Throw on some Marvin Gaye

I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes

Tec to the sky see how mom’s is always bitchin'

I’m done buffin' got my cheese my pen & paper

It’s time for me here to prepare my caper

I written it down the line & now a ring is on my phone

It’s my nigga Spigg Nice he tellin' me he in the zone

Yo I got the liquor the grain fool let’s make a tape

I’m caught up in my own zone can’t really escape

I ran it down the line as Easy Mo played the song

He checked my five he said to me yo later on

About an hour passes

About my loosey deuce deuce & my tinted glasses

I got the bike that I copped from my younger cousin

Cause that cat is up in class like a nickel & he wasn’t

I’m concentratin' on these moves that I’mma soon be makin'

And once I break then I’mma show my peeps that I’m not fakin'

See my man Pop or Die from the block

Niggas wearin'?

reverse as we handle barred it to the block

See certain situations happen

When you caught up in the 'hood in the game of rappin'

You see scrappin' now leads to cappin'

We used to have each other’s back

What the fuck happened?

Stupid

Yo fuck it

Anyway Mary?

Easter?

record store

Walked to the back now let me get a four

Exit from the spot everybody know what’s hot

You get yours on & soon as you see 'em

The thieves turn the block

Jump on them right now when niggas chillin'

If you ever sported it you know how I’m feelin'

Cracked open my St. Ides took a swig

As Mama Blackwell whispered

You got it this time

He represents my Crew

You represent my Crew

We represent my Crew

Represent your Crew

He represents my Crew

You represent my Crew

We represent my Crew

Yo represent yours Crew

Which one of y’all think you ill enough to bust with Plus?

Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks

We LB families, niggas don’t understand us;

Lyrical scanner, diagnosin' niggas with cancer

You got a problem, I got the answer:

Twin Glocks goin' bananas, buckin' innocent bystanders, son

The total sum is a mathematical function;

I used to get suspended for keepin' the class jumpin'

At the blackboard with the chalk in my hand;

Mr. Cheeks snatchin' leaves off the Canibus plant

Watch the crowd get amped while they scream and chant;

It’s ill how they can’t keep still like a fire drill

We desire mills from 9−7 until

Firin' high-caliber steel on this battlefield, son …

Long Isle’s my Crew

Campstead is my Crew

Parkside is my Crew

Lost Boyz is my Crew

Group Home is my Crew

Everyone is my Crew

Reebok’s my Crew

It’s worldwide my Crew

Strictly out for the fortune and fame, I entertain for my personal gain;

Rockin' gold chains big enough to cause neck pains

Canibus is my name, I be the last one to set it;

You could find my name in the Lost Boyz album credits

If you open up and look at the cover

You’ll see cop-killin' Queens in this motherfucker

And we all represent the Group Home click:

L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z for the 9−6

And as the clock ticks, record sales climb;

I remember when them niggas first got signed

Fuckin' with Uptown, bustin' they ass e’ryday;

From «Lifestyles» to «Jeeps» to «Renee.»

Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York

Top ten on ya Soundscan report

Yo, who woulda thought these four

Nappy-headed niggas woulda got a article in Billboard?

But hard work produces results

And I’mma keep rockin' 'til the day somebody stops my pulse

So, yo, tally up, it’s the Lost Boyz Crew:

Mr. Cheeks, Taliek, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou

My crew …

Yeah

East Coast myyy Crew

West Coast myyy Crew

The whole World myyy Crew

Group Home myyy Crew

Lost Boyz myyyy Crew

Lost Boyz myyyy Crew

Lost Boyz myyyy Crew

L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z myyy Crew

Ahhhh (my crew)

Yo for the 97 AFRICA, JAMAICA, ALASKA, AFRICA

I smoke trees with my…

Yo cause I beez with my…