[Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds]      [Mr. Cheeks]   I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick   Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck   A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks   The music lowers down and this passenger speaks   It's a, flame of mine from back in the day   John Adams High down on Rockaway   Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees   from the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G's   Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honey   They must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20(?)   The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin   If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin   of back in the day when we both used to swerve   At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb   Word my man I never hit it raw   On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen      [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks]      I'm, just your, ordinary guy   Love bitches and money and love bein high   Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah   How that sound? Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh   Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)   We used to get down and hustle my man   But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit   Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what      [Mr. Cheeks]   One day I'm workin up on the block   Slingin my motherfuckin rock   Now police they tried to run up on us   My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners   And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin   You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed   Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard   I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?   Yo let a nigga like, me in   Police they tryin to pull a nigga in   They lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack note   Lookin for the suspect in the black coat   Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest   but these motherfuckers know my status   Now peep it I be comin with the motherfuckin   thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause      [Chorus]      [Freaky Tah]   This job, shove it out quick   Nuttin come easy in this world full of shit   Used to put me down, to hustle with my man   Little somethin, from livin in the 'Ville   Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man   Huh, huh..      [Mr. Cheeks]   Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK   It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY!   Something's wrong man, I don't like this day   it's going too long man, I'm gettin strong man   from pickin up these motherfuckin banners   See I want that shit to make my eyes sad   So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10   I'm all in and in the van with my man   Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye   And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah   Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us   Police they wanna come through and rush   But we ain't got no crack, we got weed   That's all we need, yes indeed   And I'll, always   smoke weed in the hallways, cause      [Chorus]      [Mr. Cheeks]   Take this job and shove it out quick   Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit   I used to get down and hustle my man   Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)   Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)   We used to get down and hustle my man   Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit   Nigga take this job and shove it out quick   Take this job and shove it out quick   Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit   I used to get down and hustle my man   Well here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)   Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)   I used to get down, and hustle my man   Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit   Nigga take this job and shove it out quick   What?      [ad libbing to the fade]