Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair I'm from the isle, I'm from the To the ghetto niggas and the on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm the isle
Aiyo we make it go woo, Pete Rock at the track The C R U attack Scandalous from here to now Back up to the isle where ill like dust
Now who's rollin' through? And yo who fucks with Nobody And yo who got Nobody Aight blow the Lydians, gets the and some brew
Yo, I be in the drinkin' beers pass while I freestyle for my peers Thought ya front, with cars in they peeps askin' me for new Cru treats
Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no Go see my joint, get they back out L.I.P. the name 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 niggas and the kids on lock I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm from the isle, I'm the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock I'm from the isle, I'm the isle
Comin' L.I.P., keep it real And ya don't stop and ya don't and ya don't stop Comin' from L.I.P. gots to it real And ya stop and ya don't stop and ya don't stop
If you buffin', If you rollin', If you smokin', If you hit it, it
Yo, inhale the that I got from Havana I'm waitin' till the like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with this butter, go to this To have ya bobbin like a hunch born uckin'
Yo, the island were Urban Knights dwell Few blocks from the number six 'L' Can be a good stay in the way Or the fun can turn to guns and it could
But that's the way of the jungle humble, ya be ready to gun bumble 'Cuz it's real that all around And the same thing applies when ya to my town
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
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' I'm from the isle, I'm the isle To the niggas and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm from the
It ain't rain no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna no more It ain't rain no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna rain no
knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha The one bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw I in L.I.P. and to my props Bring more noise to and glock
it, word one, two check it Have ya head and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. to rocks Bounce to the ash, like the
Chillin' with boricua sittin in Oh shit, now I'm on to the head, butter lingo See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit