LB Fam 4 Life

So mine motherfuckin' man's baby
Yo where my team at?
All my niggas that smoke that weed at
Yeah, yeah

And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for life

Since '86, man we had the streets hummin'
Makin power moves and still slummin'
For real, they better let us come in
LB NYG in front of green
Niggas started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers
Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall downs
Burn the weed in the basement of your parents
Hookie parties was the best

They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest
Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags
We ask the S girls, the sags, play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran with the hardest
Tell your crew, there's no stoppin them
We risin from the bottom to the top again
The hot shit, we droppin 'em

And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for life

Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were doin' it
Made it to '97 on singles still persuadin'
The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness"
Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness
Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain
Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame
Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York
I'm from Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I walk

LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son
NY City slum, got me real close to my gun
Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress that's left
Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death
Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now
Year two G you gonna see now
Two to three now, at the key now, placin' D now
And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now

And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for life

To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto
From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle
Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo with gun shots
Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more henny and mary
Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty
Yea the whole south city, I got the ghetto in me
Livin' this movie script life style I aint winnin', hear me
Aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny

Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out
We got the generators
Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he illa
Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar
Now you don't wanna go to South zone after eleven
You might see the mack and feel the eleven
Now you wanna catch the Soprano
Now the foes the bitch

And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for life

And through the storm and the rain
We still together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for life