So mine motherfuckin' man's Yo my team at? All my niggas smoke that weed at Yeah,
And through the storm and the We together, a few things changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
Since '86, man we had the streets Makin power moves and still For real, they let us come in LB NYG in front of Niggas started jackin' from the Knicks to the Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall the weed in the basement of your parents Hookie was the best
They us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest Now we into bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags, play for the mingles Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran with the Tell your crew, there's no stoppin We risin the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we 'em
And the storm and the rain We together, a few things changed the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we doin' it Made it to '97 on singles still The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, an' Happiness" Now I can finally say my is feeling the happiness Even though we our brother through the storm and rain it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame Still striving is the struggle, to hustle New York I'm from Queens, Jamaica, any street that I walk
LB Fam, JnJ and Most son NY City slum, got me close to my gun Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress that's you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death Why not, J-Drama, now, Mike D now two G you gonna see now Two to three now, at the key now, D now And at the top of the charts, is we gonna be now
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and in the ghetto Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to echo with gun shots Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more and mary Shout out shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the south city, I got the ghetto in me Livin' movie script life style I aint winnin', hear me Aint no way outta hood, but can't like Penny
Block party, park jam and when the rain and go out We got the Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go to South zone eleven You might see the and feel the eleven Now you wanna catch the Now the foes the
And the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
And through the storm and the We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for