[Intro: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah! LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Wanna shout-out to the Uptown, know what I'm sayin'?
Word up!
MCA, this is how we do everyday
Me and Freaky Tah, hah!
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down, representin'
So this is how we go
Let me let you know
How it be.. in da.. G-H-E-double-T-O
Rhyme name ho
They be runnin' shit down the line
Hey! If you hear a mistake — rewind!

[Verse 1]
Who's the best? Who's the worst in this here rap game?
For those who claim to be the best — I tear 'em out the frame
I'm representin', puttin' Queens on the map (you wear)
Devil's Springs, with some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style that they call versatile
Don't treat me like no lame, I've been in this game for a while
I've seen a lotta come, I've seen a lotta go
I've seen a lotta break, I've seen a lotta blow
A-yo! It's a trip to see a n***a slip
Get a grip, n***a, n***a, get a grip, get a..
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talkin' what you talkin' and to act like you do!
Yo, set it! You fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border
LB fam start attackin', someone's actin' outta order
Put on your leather gloves and hats, and get your pits and bats
And get the gats just in case we take it to the stacks!
[Chorus: Lost Boyz]
Shout out to the Jeeps!
The Lex Coups, the Bimaz and the Benz!
To all of my ladies and my men's!
To all of my peoples in the pen's!
Keep ya head up!
And to the hoods!
East Coast, West Coast and world wide!
Ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lye!!
And if you're with me, let me hear you say "Ri-ght!"!

[Verse 2]
Nowa.. Now.. Nowadays, n***as' frontin' like they ill! (Like they' ill!)
Now, bustin' caps ain't got a motherfuckin' thing to do with showin' skill!
Recognize, n***a, what you frontin' for?
I know your style — you've never hit a blunt before!
Or, you're just another in the race (Man, you better stop)
Fakin' jax, takin' up space
To me, you're nothin' but a needle in the hay stack
Listen, kid! I've been doin' this here from ways back!
In the day, Ace-Deuce-Tré
At the best, up to Zimbabwe
Hey! Who's the best? I want the best to come test me!
So I can release some stress from my chest, G!
Is you down to go pound-for-pound?
Toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow, round-for-round?
I'm wonderin'.. 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain!
Causin' confusion to your brain!
[Chorus]
To the Jeeps!
The Lex Coups, the Bimaz and the Benz!
To all of my ladies and my men's!
To all of my peoples in the pen's!
Keep ya head up!
And to the hoods!
East Coast, West Coast and world wide!
Ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lye!!
And if you're with me, let me hear you say "Ri-ght!"!

[Verse 3]
Keep the shit live for the year '95!
I got more n***as in my tribe than there's bees in the bee hive
LB Fam — everyday stay high
Mr. Cheeks — every day I
Concentrate to get my shit straight
Make us wait before it's too fuckin' late!
The Lost Boyz — yeah, that's who I be's wit'!
That's who I runs wit', who I smoke trees wit'!
Pack your bags, head outta town
I'll be back around, so be gone before sundown
From Jamaica comes a n***a named Cheeks
With techniques for the streets over ruffneck beats!
There's rumors goin' around about the Cheeks can't remain raw
I'm the motherfucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna! Do what you gotta!
Well, let me tell you somethin', man — you can't do me nada!
[Chorus x2]
To the Jeeps!
The Lex Coups, the Bimaz and the Benz!
To all of my ladies and my men's!
To all of my peoples in the pen's!
Keep ya head up!
And to the hoods!
East Coast, West Coast and world wide!
Ain't nothin' wrong with puffin' on lye!!
And if you're with me, let me hear you say "Ri-ght!"!

[Outro]
So, if you listen to my album
You'll see we only deal with the real deal street life