So motherfuckin' man's baby Yo my team at? All my that smoke that weed at Yeah,
And the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
'86, man we had the streets hummin' Makin power and still slummin' For real, they better let us in LB NYG in of green Niggas started jackin' the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall Burn the in the basement of your parents parties was the best
They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat and the chest Now we into bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags 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 crew, there's no stoppin them We from the bottom to the top again 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 Made it to '97 on singles persuadin' The got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness" Now I can finally say my family is the happiness Even though we lost our brother the storm and rain it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame Still is the struggle, trying to hustle New York I'm from Queens, Jamaica, any street that I walk
LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son NY City slum, got me close to my gun my chest, relievin' all the stress that's left Told you in the chorus, LB Fam to the death Why not, J-Drama, now, Mike D now Year two G you 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, livin in and live in the ghetto From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to echo with gun shots Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more and mary Shout out five in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the whole 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 shoot like
Block party, park jam and the rain and lights go out We got the Go home on the three illa, Mikey 'cuz he illa Move the bike, kill ya butt, palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go to South zone eleven You might see the and feel the eleven Now you catch the Soprano Now the the bitch
And the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the stress and the LB Fam for life
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for