Текст песни Lost Boyz - LB Fam 4 Life
Lost Boyz - LB Fam 4 Life слова песни
Chorus: R-MANNAnd through the storm and the rainWe still together, a few things changedThrough the stress and the strifeIt`s LB Fam 4 Life[Mr. Cheeks]Since `86, man we had the streets humminMakin power moves and still slumminFor real, they better let us come inLB NYG, in front of greenNiggas started jackin from the Knicks to the LakersUs young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin wall downsBurn the weed in the basement of your parentsHookie parties was the bestThey tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chestNow we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and JagsWe ask the S girls, the sagsPlay cards for the minglesHit the avenue for the singles, by the new artistYo we never knew who God isYo we ran with the hardestTell your crew, there`s no stoppin themWe risin from the bottom to the top againThe hot shit, we droppin emChorus[J-Drama]Let`s take it back to `94, Lifestyles of the rich we were doin itMade it to `97, on singles still persuadinThe flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace & Nappiness"Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happinessEven though we lost our brother through the storm and rainKeepin it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blameStill striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New YorkI`m from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walkLB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most sonNY City slum, got me real close to my gunProtectin my chest, relievin all the stress that`s leftTold you in the chorus, it`s LB Fam to the deathWhy not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now, year 2G you gonna see now2 to 3 now, at the key now, placin D nowAnd at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be nowChorus[Jugga]To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghettoFrom Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin in TrestleHearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echoWith gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and maryShout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twentyYea the whole south cityI got the ghetto in me, livin this movie script life style I aint winninHear me, aint no way outta hood, but can`t shoot like PennyBlock party, park jam and when the rain and lights go outWe got the generatorsGo home on the three illa, mikey whippin cuz he illaMove the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiarNow you don`t wanna go to South zone after 11You might see the mack and feel the 11Now you wanna catch the soprano, now the foes the bitchChorus