LB Fam 4 Life

<br>Chorus: R-MANN<br>And through the storm and the rain<br>We still together, a few things changed<br>Through the stress and the strife<br>It`s LB Fam 4 Life<br><br>[Mr. Cheeks]<br>Since `86, man we had the streets hummin<br>Makin power moves and still slummin<br>For real, they better let us come in<br>LB NYG, in front of green<br>Niggas started jackin from the Knicks to the Lakers<br>Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin wall downs<br>Burn the weed in the basement of your parents<br>Hookie parties was the best<br>They tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest<br>Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags<br>We ask the S girls, the sags<br>Play cards for the mingles<br>Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist<br>Yo we never knew who God is<br>Yo we ran with the hardest<br>Tell your crew, there`s no stoppin them<br>We risin from the bottom to the top again<br>The hot shit, we droppin em<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[J-Drama]<br>Let`s take it back to `94, Lifestyles of the rich we were doin it<br>Made it to `97, on singles still persuadin<br>The flows got harder, hit you with &quot;Love, Peace &amp; Nappiness&quot;<br>Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness<br>Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain<br>Keepin it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame<br>Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York<br>I`m from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walk<br>LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son<br>NY City slum, got me real close to my gun<br>Protectin my chest, relievin all the stress that`s left<br>Told you in the chorus, it`s LB Fam to the death<br>Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now, year 2G you gonna see now<br>2 to 3 now, at the key now, placin D now<br>And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Jugga]<br>To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto<br>From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin in Trestle<br>Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo<br>With gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and mary<br>Shout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twenty<br>Yea the whole south city<br>I got the ghetto in me, <br>livin this movie script life style I aint winnin<br>Hear me, aint no way outta hood, but can`t shoot like Penny<br>Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out<br>We got the generators<br>Go home on the three illa, mikey whippin cuz he illa<br>Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar<br>Now you don`t wanna go to South zone after 11<br>You might see the mack and feel the 11<br>Now you wanna catch the soprano, now the foes the bitch<br><br>Chorus