Yeah LB fam finally up in this piece Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin want a shout out to the Uptown, know what sayin Word up MCA, this is how we do everyday Me and Freaky Tah..hah pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice we be gettin' down representin so this is how we go let me let you know, how it be, in da, G-H-E, double T-O ryhme name ho They be runnin' shit down the line hey, if you hear a mistake rewind
Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game for those who claim to be the best I tear them out the frame I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map (you wear) double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap Come up with a style to make con-versital don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for awhile I've seen alot ta come,(come) I've seen alot a go(go), I've seen alot ta break I've seen alot to blow, a yo It's a trip to see a nigga slip Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta You don't even know the half of my crew to be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border LB fam start attacking some attacking outa order Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats and get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks
Shout out to the Jeeps, It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz(and the Benz) to all my ladies and my men(my men) to all my peoples in the pen(in the pen) keep your head up and to the hoods(the hood) East Coast, West Coast and World Wide(world wide) Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai(on lai) and if you're with me let me hear you say "Ri-ght"
Now a ... Now... Now a dayz niggaz frontin' like they ill(like they ill) now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for I know your style you neva hit a blunt before Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop) fakin' gats, takin' up space to me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack listen kid I've been doing this since way back in the day, Ace Duce Tre, at the best up to Zimbobwae, hey whose the best, I want the best to come test me so I can release some stress from my chest G Is you down to go pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round I'm wonderin' cuz I bring the thunder and the rain causin' confusion to your brain
Keep the shit live for the year Nine Five I got more niggaz in my tribe than theres beez in the bee hive LB Fam everyday stay high Mr. Cheeks, everyday high consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait Before it's too fuckin' late The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be'z wit, that's who I runs wit who I smoke Treez wit Pack your bags, head outta town, I'll be back around so be gone before sundown From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks, with techniques of the streets over rough neck beats This room is going bounce about the Cheeks cant remember I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw Talk what you what ta do what you gotta well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda
Outro Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal wit the real deal street lif