[Mr. Cheeks]
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You know the lifestyle, plain and simple, out to get it
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It's ghetto game us niggas play no doubt we stay committed
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And capable to bring the hot shit, no matter what
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And where we aim, we do our thing to bring the fatter cut
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See my succession based on strugglin and hard times
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And boulevard dimes been with boulevard crimes
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It kept me on my feet, and cuz these playa haters hate us
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Off and on and on the court, because we make threes and twos
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You bound to dues, once she fuck around with raw shit
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No bullshittin still hittin you with more shit
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My yellowness don't mean a nigga when I broadcast
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Yo you don't want my skills to get in your ass
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I've seen alot come and go but I'mma stay here
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I get my heat up in the street cuz they don't play fair
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I'm tryin to keep it level headed but it's really hard
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When niggas tryin to take what I be gettin, feel me god?
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[Chorus x2]
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LB Fam bring the shit that's hot
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Besides that we risin to the top
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There's no way to stoppin us
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Time to make cakes, no time for the bullshit
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Watch how a nigga pull shit
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From underneath the spleef, black bandana, Yankee fitted
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For those that wanna nigga, come and get it
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A rap skills official, bring my ghetto mix to any session
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Straight finessin tracks, no question
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Gotta feel good, risin to the top, started from the bottom
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Like revenge, gettin niggas when you spot em
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Got my shit ready, niggas gettin gased like Getty
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It's time to send a message hold em steady
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Chicks and niggas get the meanin
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My chain and my ring gleamin
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Only hot rocks a nigga steamin
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Yo it's LB to the death throw em up
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Pass the weed, more liquor in my cup
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Bottom line, we gonna shine, cuz the year '99
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You goes for yours, I go for mine
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[Chorus x2]
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[Mr. Hezekiah]
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I wanna know, do you understand, about the LB Fam
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About the LB Fam
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We about to put our foot up in
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To put our foot up in your ass!!
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Hennecy, done moneys on the table
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Should make you kill a man, I'm willin and I'm able
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I stay with hot whips, hot jewels and hot chicks
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Which nigga said he need a ring, a cousin got nicks
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But on the low we got the twenty sacks and hydro
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Increase my pay from the way that I flow
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Aiyo my chicks and my niggas know how I go
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Late night creepin plus we keepin eyes low
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Aiyo again, it's in between the lap, I kick the rap
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On the highway, bouncin if it's Friday
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My g sleen back, represent the backstreets
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Besides that, we got the tight rap and phat beats
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Aiyo my man Sexxx, plug me in it's on again
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Head south, reach Cali right it's on again
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It's LB Fam, understand, right or wrong my friend?
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We gotta keep it strong, don't know when it's all or end
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It's all or end yo
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[Chorus x2]
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Risin' To The Top (No Stoppin' Us)
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| Lost Boyz |
