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<MC`s Voice> Awww yeah, party people you lookin` good out there<br>Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I`m talkin` about we got the<br>Old school flavor & the New school flavor Somethin` new from the<br>LB Fam I`m the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party.<br>Cheeks drop it on `em...<br><br>Verse 1<br>Yo the situations I`m in it seem my life`s out of order<br>escape place my tape in the recorder<br>I sit back spark & listen` start my reminiscin`<br>realize that there`s mad Fam` missin`<br>I`m holdin` back the tears<br>no doubt we lost many peers<br>Mom Dukes held it down many years<br>Now many chumps came & left<br>when my Pop Dukes split<br>no doubt I had it bad as a kid<br>but held it down no ? to the school<br>meetin` slugger now everything`s cool<br>155 niggas kept it live no doubt<br>Mr. Tel is comin` down to roll out<br>We S`in (Smokin`) out all the time in the yard all nine<br>talkin` `bout that car`s mine<br>Young niggas growin` up in the city<br>enjoyed the streets `cause at home things was shitty<br>My mom`s boyfriend tryin` to break her down & hurt her<br>not yet drinkin` but still thinkin` murder<br>Pro Players & weeds under Christmas trees<br>Gramma said there`ll be days like these<br>Now when my Granpops passed away<br>what can I say?<br>A nigga flips still to this day<br>I`m gettin` high drinkin` whiskey with the thugs now<br>I`m on the Van with my man sellin` drugs now<br>I`m in my zone<br><br>Chorus<br>You see there`s 8 million stories in the spot I`m from<br>LB Fam never stop `til the job gets done<br>Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say<br>Hot ass grams but it still be them Games we play<br><repeat><br><br>Verse 2<br>In Junior High me & Lou we dressin` neater<br>I`m on the special with Taliek master skeeter<br>At hooky parties gettin` tipsy with the bangdods<br>O E Newports chicken wings & french fries<br>Knuckleheads S`in out on the school trips<br>not into liquor at the time but took a few sips<br>I`m gettin` life on young plan of makin` G`s<br>gettin` dough from shovelin` snow & rakin` leaves<br>Politicin` on the Van with the old cats<br>pushin` plush Cadillacs holdin` cold gats<br>I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G.<br>His reply get yo` money don`t be like me<br>I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame<br>I hustle to survive in the game<br>(I know) nothin` else but hustlin` & scramblin`<br>jailtime, bustin` & gamblin`<br>My main chick is on `caine now<br>I mean she ain`t actin` the same now<br>I seen mad niggas in the game style<br>but the key to survival is maintain pal<br>Yo when I get enough cheese I`m gone<br>until then life goes on &on &on &on &on<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 3<br>Yo, eighteen years of age gettin` green on the scene<br>in front of Coliseum vibin` with the team<br>Organized the lab different chicks same cab<br>skills in the dice nice with the jab<br>I`m gettin` money baggin` honeys in the acres<br>officials out to make a Queen`s money makers<br>ride around in stolen jeeps<br>Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps<br>Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang<br>never go against the grain<br>Now durin` that time we`s makin` no cash<br>sayin` that this shit can`t last<br>Came up with this plot to get mad cheese<br>right or wrong we`s official LB`z<br>Lost a lot of Fam` on the road to success<br>Rest In Peace God Bless<br><br>Chorus<br><br>knowhatImean<br>Mr. Sexxx Queen`s Most Wanted Luv Bug Starski<br>a ha a ha. LB Fam Group Home be the click<br>knowhatImean