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And through the storm and the We still together, a few things Through the and the strife LB Fam for life
Since '86, man we had the hummin' Makin power moves and still For real, they let us come in LB NYG in front of Niggas started from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall Burn the weed in the basement of parents Hookie parties was the
They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the Now we into nickel bags, 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 who God is, yo we ran with the hardest 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 still together, a few things Through the stress and the LB Fam for life
Let's take it 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 is to blame Still is the struggle, trying to hustle New York I'm Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I walk
LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son NY City slum, got me close to my gun Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress left Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the 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 the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the stress and the LB Fam for life
To all my go hearts, in mellow and live in the ghetto From to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots of fenny, each year spillin' more henny and mary Shout out shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty 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 shoot like
Block party, park jam and the rain and lights go out We got the Go home on the three illa, whippin' 'cuz he illa Move the bike, ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go to South zone after You might see the and feel the eleven Now you wanna catch the Now the the bitch
And through the and the rain We still together, a few things the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
And the storm and the rain We together, a few things changed the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for