5 A.m. lyrics

Artist  : Lost Boyz 
Song : 5 A.m.



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 feat. LG, QB

Chorus: QB
It's be them real life ghetto shit
Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run
it down
Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot
chicks
We got no time for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, drink hennecy
When I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll remember me
This be some real life ghetto shit

[LG]
Niggas thinkin sh*t is sweet
But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my
heat speak
And don't get caught asleep with some with a
freak
Cuz the chicks I deal with give me everything
cheap, chief

[Mr. Cheeks]
I hear them talkin, we push the whips and still
walkin
Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him
Try to warn him, my little brother and they team
they
had to run up on him
A new asshole, they chon him

[LG]
These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note
they meat
Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some
fresh feet
The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold
heat
No matter where we go, never know if we got beef

[Mr. Cheeks]
Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody speaks
But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che
che
Listen, nigga play your position
You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot
to piss in

[LG]
Yo I feel you god, this rap life sh*t is really
hard
I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large
Charge cards, your garage for my truck
My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the f**k
up!

[Mr. Cheeks]
Yo f**k the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit
Yo what the f**k, is that the best a nigga come
with
I love the night life, a gift to soak my right
rhymes
I got a pint of henny backwards and a light dime
 

[LG]
And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas
So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son?
f**k the trips, f**k the whips and exotic women
Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out
of prison
We miss 'em

Chorus

[Mr. Cheeks]
Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us
What's the deal god, they hard to find us
Be prepared to feel my nine bust
Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep
the slum be
But youse afraid to even come see

[LG]
Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with Timbs
The streets are dims, the heats on hits
The freak are pimps, the hood livin
Where bummy niggas gotta lie to dough
I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them hoes

[Mr. Cheeks]
Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack
heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried by six
I need the fix

[LG]
Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative
Hey yo, they mad cuz I made it, I'm glad that
they hate it
Blow them away, coin toss, throw her away
Put your clothes on trick, nobody told you to
stay, bit*h!

Chorus

[Mr. Cheeks]
My hot outta stay drips
Lead the hot outta stay chicks
The shorty named toots push the six
Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me
and Bimmy
Aiyo some more she wanna give me?

[LG]
And you can catch me in the city spinnin
5 A.M., window crack with my teeth grinnin
With the sight, straight livin
While I'm lookin at these pretty women
Crossin the light, they lookin at me
Like this niggas winnin, I know they hate me

Chorus