Straight L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the on lock down I'm the isle, I'm from the isle
Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete 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 through? Nobody And yo who with Cru? Nobody And yo who got bamboo? Aight blow the Lydians, gets the and some brew
Yo, I be in the staircase beers Smoke pass while I for my peers Thought play ya front, cars in they peeps askin' me for new Cru treats
Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no Go see my joint, get back blown out Place L.I.P. the Lafayette it to ya brain, so ya never forget
Straight L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm from the
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 on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm the isle
Comin' from L.I.P., keep it And ya don't and ya don't stop and ya don't stop Comin' L.I.P. gots to keep it real And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't
If you buffin', If you rollin', If you smokin', If you hit it, it
Yo, inhale the blunts that I got Havana I'm till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with this butter, go to cook To have ya head 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 spray
But that's the way of the concrete humble, ya be ready to gun bumble 'Cuz it's like 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 the isle, I'm from the isle To the niggas 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 rain no more, no more Well, it ain't gonna rain no It ain't rain no more, no more Well, it ain't rain no more
Knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha The one bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw I rest in L.I.P. and to my Bring noise to chip and glock
Check it, one, two check it Have ya head and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to Bounce to the ash, the [Incomprehensible]
Chillin' with boricua in Ferico Oh shit, now I'm on Shot to the head, lingo See low, crack, L.I.P. hit bingo