So mine motherfuckin' man's Yo where my at? All my niggas that 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
Since '86, man we had the hummin' Makin power moves and slummin' For real, they better let us in LB NYG in of green started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on bikes, bouncin' wall downs Burn the weed in the basement of your Hookie parties was the
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 knew who God is, yo we ran with the hardest Tell your crew, there's no stoppin We from 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 LB Fam for life
Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the we were doin' it Made it to '97 on still persuadin' The flows got harder, hit you "Love, Peace an' Happiness" Now I can finally say my is feeling the happiness Even we lost our brother through the storm and rain Keepin' it to my hood, but now my hood 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 Most son NY City slum, got me close to my gun Protectin' my chest, all the stress that's 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 and the rain We still together, a few things the stress and the strife It's LB Fam for
To all my go hearts, in mellow and live in the ghetto From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots Plenty of fenny, each year 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 script life style I aint winnin', hear me Aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like
party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out We got the Go home on the illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he illa Move the bike, ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't go to South zone after eleven You might see the mack and feel the Now you wanna catch the Now the foes the
And through the storm and the We still together, a few things Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
And through the and the rain We still together, a few things Through the stress and the It's LB Fam for