Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be 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
Aiyo we it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track The C R U uptown from here 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 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 play ya front, with cars in they Peeps me for new Cru treats
like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt Go see my joint, get they blown out L.I.P. the name Lafayette Lock it to ya brain, so ya forget
Straight 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 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 the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock I'm from the isle, I'm from the
Comin' L.I.P., keep it real And ya don't and ya don't stop and ya don't stop from L.I.P. gots to keep it real And ya don't stop and ya 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 tale 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 Knights Few blocks from the six train 'L' Can be a good stay in the way Or the fun can to guns and it could spray
But the way of the concrete jungle humble, ya be ready to gun bumble 'Cuz it's real that all around And the thing applies when ya come to my town
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 from the isle, I'm from the
from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on down I'm from the isle, I'm from the
It ain't gonna rain no more, no Well, it ain't gonna no more It ain't gonna 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 in L.I.P. and to my props Bring noise to chip and glock
Check it, word one, two it Have ya head and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. to rocks to the ash, like the [Incomprehensible]
Chillin' boricua sittin in Ferico Oh shit, now I'm on to the head, butter lingo See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit