So motherfuckin' man's baby Yo my team at? All my that smoke that weed at Yeah,
And through the and the rain We together, a few things changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
'86, man we had the streets hummin' Makin moves and still slummin' For real, they let us come in LB NYG in of green Niggas started from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' downs Burn the weed in the of your parents Hookie was the best
taught us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest Now we into nickel bags, dreams Cadillacs and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags, play cards for the Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new Yo we never who God is, yo we ran with the hardest Tell your crew, there's no 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 Through the stress and the LB Fam for life
Let's take it back to '94, of the rich we were doin' it Made it to '97 on singles still The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, an' Happiness" Now I can say my family is feeling the happiness Even though we lost our through the storm and rain Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my hood is to Still striving is the struggle, to hustle New York I'm from Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I
LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son NY City slum, got me real to my gun Protectin' my chest, all the stress that's left Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, D now two G you gonna see now Two to now, at the key now, placin' D now And at the top of the charts, is where we be now
And through the storm and the We still together, a few changed Through the stress and the It's LB Fam for
To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the From to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots Plenty of fenny, year spillin' more henny and mary Shout out shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the whole city, I got the ghetto in me Livin' this movie script life style I aint winnin', 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' he illa Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is Now you wanna go to South zone after eleven You might see the mack and feel the Now you catch the Soprano Now the foes the
And through the storm and the We still together, a few things Through the and the strife LB Fam for life
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife LB Fam for life