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