So motherfuckin' man's baby Yo my team at? All my niggas that smoke that at Yeah,
And the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife It's LB Fam for
Since '86, man we had the hummin' Makin power moves and still For real, they better let us in LB NYG in front of started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' downs the weed in the basement of your parents Hookie parties was the
They taught us niggas how to the fat fatty and the chest Now we nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags We ask the S girls, the sags, cards for the mingles Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran with the Tell your crew, there's no them We risin the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we 'em
And through the storm and the We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife 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 with "Love, an' Happiness" Now I can finally say my is feeling the happiness Even though we lost our brother through the and rain Keepin' it to my hood, but now my hood 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 that's 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 now, at the key now, placin' D now And at the top of the charts, is where we be now
And the storm and the rain 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 Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle Hearin this fellow, mellow to ignorant echo with gun shots Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more henny and out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the south 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 Penny
party, park 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, 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 the Soprano Now the the bitch
And through the and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the stress and the It's LB Fam for
And the storm and the rain We still together, a few changed Through the and the strife LB Fam for life