Gutta butta, Queens, New York City
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
My names Talik, I bust a new improved shoes
Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip
Don't let me go, cuz I start to sweat
Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get?
Then I start lemon and top, more to get?
Got it now I have, time to wet
Up his crib, that's on the block
Niggas wild up in silence, they on the block
It's me Freaky Tah, I'm lookin at you man
My man slide over there yeah he pat you man
On you back and he be smilin
Niggas they be thinkin they be wildin
I roll with my nigga P Double P
If you zonin with him, you zonin with me
If you peepin at them, then you peepin at me
I represent the L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z, now now
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Niggas wanna zone out? let me zone in
I'mma set it off from the bigga in
It's me Freaky Tah, and I set it
Niggas be buggin, doodoo brown they sweat it
I throw on my hoodies, my villain boots
Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop
Puttin my fingers in the A&R face
Get off my face, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is where it's at
This is where it be now, you know me know
It's the L-O to the S, T B-O-Y, Z make the def hear by see
Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas they be buggin LB Fam attack
Now listen to I said it, I said it all good
I be buggin up in ya neighborhood
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is 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 your team and they aint nuthin but snakes
Never got shot, never ever caught a case
You talk behind my back, but then you smile in my face
You a fly cat now, cuz you pushin a beemer
Lipe pone eye, you aint nuthin but a schemer
What u workin wit? be the f*ckin feds
Ty-Ty, sue this, two to your head
You know the times, you know the deal
Front me and let's pack the steel and steal
You scared as hell, all I want to do
You better 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
Niggas smilin wylin, get out my face
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Get Your Hustle On Video (MV)
Performed By: Lost Boyz
Written by: ROBERT ALPHONSE, GEORGE S CLINTON, WILLIAM COLLINS, GLEN FAIDE, SAMUEL JONES, RAYMOND TALIEK ROGERS
Lost Boyz - Get Your Hustle On Lyrics
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Gutta butta, Queens, New York City
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
My names Talik, I bust a new improved shoes
Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip
Don't let me go, cuz I start to sweat
Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get?
Then I start lemon and top, more to get?
Got it now I have, time to wet
Up his crib, that's on the block
Niggas wild up in silence, they on the block
It's me Freaky Tah, I'm lookin at you man
My man slide over there yeah he pat you man
On you back and he be smilin
Niggas they be thinkin they be wildin
I roll with my nigga P Double P
If you zonin with him, you zonin with me
If you peepin at them, then you peepin at me
I represent the L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z, now now
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Niggas wanna zone out? let me zone in
I'mma set it off from the bigga in
It's me Freaky Tah, and I set it
Niggas be buggin, doodoo brown they sweat it
I throw on my hoodies, my villain boots
Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop
Puttin my fingers in the A&R face
Get off my face, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is where it's at
This is where it be now, you know me know
It's the L-O to the S, T B-O-Y, Z make the def hear by see
Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas they be buggin LB Fam attack
Now listen to I said it, I said it all good
I be buggin up in ya neighborhood
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is 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 your team and they aint nuthin but snakes
Never got shot, never ever caught a case
You talk behind my back, but then you smile in my face
You a fly cat now, cuz you pushin a beemer
Lipe pone eye, you aint nuthin but a schemer
What u workin wit? be the f*ckin feds
Ty-Ty, sue this, two to your head
You know the times, you know the deal
Front me and let's pack the steel and steal
You scared as hell, all I want to do
You better 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
Niggas smilin wylin, get out my face
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
My names Talik, I bust a new improved shoes
Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip
Don't let me go, cuz I start to sweat
Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get?
Then I start lemon and top, more to get?
Got it now I have, time to wet
Up his crib, that's on the block
Niggas wild up in silence, they on the block
It's me Freaky Tah, I'm lookin at you man
My man slide over there yeah he pat you man
On you back and he be smilin
Niggas they be thinkin they be wildin
I roll with my nigga P Double P
If you zonin with him, you zonin with me
If you peepin at them, then you peepin at me
I represent the L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z, now now
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Niggas wanna zone out? let me zone in
I'mma set it off from the bigga in
It's me Freaky Tah, and I set it
Niggas be buggin, doodoo brown they sweat it
I throw on my hoodies, my villain boots
Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop
Puttin my fingers in the A&R face
Get off my face, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is where it's at
This is where it be now, you know me know
It's the L-O to the S, T B-O-Y, Z make the def hear by see
Ooh, be in the front, back, niggas they be buggin LB Fam attack
Now listen to I said it, I said it all good
I be buggin up in ya neighborhood
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is 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 your team and they aint nuthin but snakes
Never got shot, never ever caught a case
You talk behind my back, but then you smile in my face
You a fly cat now, cuz you pushin a beemer
Lipe pone eye, you aint nuthin but a schemer
What u workin wit? be the f*ckin feds
Ty-Ty, sue this, two to your head
You know the times, you know the deal
Front me and let's pack the steel and steal
You scared as hell, all I want to do
You better 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
Niggas smilin wylin, get out my face
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact
It ain't where you from it's where you at!
Writer: ROBERT ALPHONSE, GEORGE S CLINTON, WILLIAM COLLINS, GLEN FAIDE, SAMUEL JONES, RAYMOND TALIEK ROGERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group