Straight L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the niggas and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm the isle
we make it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track The C R U uptown Scandalous from to now just Back up to the isle where it's ill dust
Now who's rollin' through? And yo who fucks with Cru? And yo who got Nobody Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and brew
Yo, I be in the drinkin' beers Smoke while I freestyle for my peers Thought play ya front, with cars in peeps Peeps askin' me for new Cru
Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no Go see my joint, get back blown out Place L.I.P. the Lafayette Lock it to ya brain, so ya forget
from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm from the isle, I'm from the To the ghetto and the kids on lock down I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' I'm from the isle, I'm from the To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
from L.I.P., keep it real And ya don't stop and ya stop and ya don't stop Comin' from L.I.P. gots to keep it And ya don't stop and ya don't and ya don't stop
If you buffin', If you rollin', If you smokin', If you hit it, it
Yo, the blunts that I got from Havana I'm waitin' the tale like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with this butter, go to this To have ya head bobbin like a hunch uckin'
Yo, it's the island Urban Knights dwell Few from the number six train 'L' Can be a good in the hood way Or the fun can turn to and it could spray
But that's the way of the concrete Walk humble, ya be to gun bumble 'Cuz it's real that all around And the same thing applies ya come to my town
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' I'm from the isle, I'm the isle To the ghetto and the kids on lock down I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' I'm from the isle, I'm from the To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock I'm from the isle, I'm from the
It ain't gonna no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna rain no It gonna rain no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna rain no
Knock knock on the door, the Mighty Ha The one that the hooks with the rugged and the raw I rest in L.I.P. and to my more noise to chip and glock
Check it, word one, two it Have ya noddin' and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to to the ash, like the [Incomprehensible]
Chillin' with boricua in Ferico Oh shit, now I'm on Shot to the head, lingo See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit