So mine man's baby Yo where my 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
'86, man we had the streets hummin' Makin power moves and slummin' For real, better let us come in LB NYG in front of started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall downs Burn the weed in the basement of parents parties was the best
They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat and the chest Now we into nickel bags, dreams about and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags, cards for the mingles 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 stoppin We risin the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we 'em
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the stress and the It's LB Fam for
take it back to '94, lifestyles 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 we lost our brother through the storm and rain Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my is to blame striving is the struggle, trying 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, 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 where we be now
And the storm and the rain We together, a few things changed the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more and mary Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one Yea the south city, I got the ghetto in me Livin' this movie script life style I winnin', hear me no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny
Block party, jam and when the rain and lights go out We got the Go home on the three illa, whippin' 'cuz 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 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 the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for