Caught Up soundtrack

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