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<mcs voice> awww yeah, party people you lookin good out there Now we got flavor on top of flavor. Im talkin about we got the Old school flavor & the new school flavor somethin new from the Lb fam Im the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party. Cheeks drop it on em... Verse 1 Yo the situations Im in it seem my lifes out of order Escape place my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen start my reminiscin Realize that theres mad fam missin Im 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 everythings cool 155 niggas kept it live no doubt Mr. tel is comin down to roll out We sin (smokin) out all the time in the yard all nine Talkin bout that cars mine Young niggas growin up in the city Enjoyed the streets cause at home things was shitty My moms boyfriend tryin to break her down & hurt her Not yet drinkin but still thinkin murder Pro players & weeds under christmas trees Gramma said therell be days like these Now when my granpops passed away What can I say? A nigga flips still to this day Im gettin high drinkin whiskey with the thugs now Im on the van with my man sellin drugs now Im in my zone Chorus You see theres 8 million stories in the spot Im 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 <repeat> Verse 2 In junior high me & lou we dressin neater Im on the special with taliek master skeeter At hooky parties gettin tipsy with the bangdods O e newports chicken wings & french fries Knuckleheads sin out on the school trips Not into liquor at the time but took a few sips Im gettin life on young plan of makin gs 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 dont 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 aint 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 Im 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 Im gettin money baggin honeys in the acres Officials out to make a queens 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 wes makin no cash Sayin that this shit cant last Came up with this plot to get mad cheese Right or wrong wes official lbz Lost a lot of fam on the road to success Rest in peace God bless Chorus Knowhatimean Mr. sexxx queens most wanted luv bug starski A ha a ha. lb fam group home be the click Knowhatimean |
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