Lb Fam 4 Life Lyrics - Lost Boyz

So mine motherfuckin' man's baby 

Yo where my team at? 

All my niggas that smoke that weed at 

Yeah, yeah 

And through the storm and the rain 

We still together, a few things changed 

Through the stress and the strife 

It's LB Fam for life 

Since '86, man we had the streets hummin' 

Makin power moves and still slummin' 

For real, they better let us come in 

LB NYG in front of green 

Niggas started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers 

Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall downs 

Burn the weed in the basement of your parents 

Hookie parties was the best 

They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest 

Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags 

We ask the S girls, the sags, play cards for the mingles 

Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist 

Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran with the hardest 

Tell your crew, there's no stoppin them 

We risin from the bottom to the top again 

The hot shit, we droppin 'em 

And through the storm and the rain 

We still together, a few things changed 

Through the stress and the strife 

It's LB Fam for life 

Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were doin' it 

Made it to '97 on singles still persuadin' 

The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness" 

Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness 

Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain 

Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame 

Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York 

I'm from Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I walk 

LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son 

NY City slum, got me real close to my gun 

Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress that's left 

Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death 

Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now 

Year two G you gonna see now 

Two to three now, at the key now, placin' D now 

And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now 

And through the storm and the rain 

We still together, a few things changed 

Through the stress and the strife 

It's LB Fam for life 

To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto 

From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin' in Trestle 

Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo with gun shots 

Plenty of fenny, each year spillin' more henny and mary 

Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one twenty 

Yea the whole south city, I got the ghetto in me 

Livin' this movie script life style I aint winnin', hear me 

Aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny 

Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out 

We got the generators 

Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he illa 

Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar 

Now you don't wanna go to South zone after eleven 

You might see the mack and feel the eleven 

Now you wanna catch the Soprano 

Now the foes the bitch 

And through the storm and the rain 

We still together, a few things changed 

Through the stress and the strife 

It's LB Fam for life 

And through the storm and the rain 

We still together, a few things changed 

Through the stress and the strife 

It's LB Fam for life