Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair I'm from the isle, I'm from the To the ghetto and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm from the
Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete Rock at the The C R U uptown Scandalous from to now just Back up to the where it's ill like dust
Now who's rollin' through? And yo who with Cru? Nobody And yo who got bamboo? Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some
Yo, I be in the staircase beers pass while I freestyle for my peers Thought play ya front, with cars in peeps Peeps me for new Cru treats
Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no Go see my joint, get they back out Place L.I.P. the name Lock it to ya brain, so ya forget
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on down I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
Comin' from L.I.P., it real And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't Comin' from L.I.P. to keep it real 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, inhale the blunts that I got from I'm waitin' till the like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with butter, go to cook this To have ya head bobbin like a hunch uckin'
Yo, it's the island were Urban dwell Few blocks the number six train 'L' Can be a good stay in the 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 it's real like that all around And the same applies when ya come to my town
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be fair 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
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 on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm the isle
It ain't rain no more, no more Well, it gonna rain no more It ain't rain no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna no more
Knock knock on the door, it's the 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 chip and
Check it, one, two check it Have ya noddin' and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to Bounce to the ash, like the
Chillin' with boricua sittin in Oh shit, now I'm on to the head, butter lingo See low, crack, L.I.P. hit bingo