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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