So mine motherfuckin' baby Yo where my at? All my niggas that that weed at Yeah,
And through the storm and the We still together, a few things Through the stress and the It's LB Fam for
'86, man we had the streets hummin' Makin power moves and slummin' For real, better let us come in LB NYG in front of Niggas started jackin' from the to the Lakers Us niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall downs Burn the in the basement of your parents parties was the best
They us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and We ask the S girls, the sags, play cards for the Hit the for the singles, by the new artist Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran the hardest Tell your crew, there's no them We risin from the bottom to the top The hot shit, we 'em
And through the and the rain We still together, a few things the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
Let's it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were doin' it it to '97 on singles still persuadin' The got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness" Now I can say my family is feeling the happiness Even though we lost our brother the storm and rain Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my hood is to Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New I'm from Queens, Jamaica, any street that I walk
LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son NY slum, got me real close to my gun Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress left 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 where we be now
And through the storm and the We together, a few things changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
To all my go hearts, in mellow and live in the ghetto From to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious to ignorant echo with gun shots Plenty of fenny, each spillin' more henny and mary Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one Yea the whole south city, I got the in me Livin' this movie script life style I winnin', hear me Aint no way outta hood, but can't like Penny
Block party, jam and when the rain and lights go out We got the Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is Now you don't wanna go to zone after eleven You see the mack and feel the eleven Now you wanna catch the Now the the bitch
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife LB Fam for life
And through the storm and the We together, a few things changed Through the stress and the LB Fam for life