Paroles:
Lost Boyz Get Your Hustle On

how we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from, it's where you at Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes" You got

get me cuz I'm out to get you One on on, yo that's how I do I'm sneaky Freaky Tah, I'm from the Lost Boyz Crew Now one for the tremble, two for the bass

your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the

, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on

Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass It meant Nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle'll be

niggas, can't chill The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your

to get struck first I bury they body on any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head

't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your

I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket