Chorus: R-MANN   And through the storm and the rain   We still together, a few things changed   Through the stress and the strife   It's LB Fam 4 Life      [Mr. Cheeks]   Since '86, man we had the streets hummin   Makin power moves and still slummin   For real, they better let us come in   LB NYG, in front of green   Niggas started jackin from the Knicks to the Lakers   Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin wall downs   Burn the weed in the basement of your parents   Hookie parties was the best   They tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest   Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags   We ask the S girls, the sags   Play cards for the mingles   Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist   Yo we never knew who God is   Yo we ran with the hardest   Tell your crew, there's no stoppin them   We risin from the bottom to the top again   The hot shit, we droppin em      Chorus      [J-Drama]   Let's take it back to '94, Lifestyles of the rich we were doin it   Made it to '97, on singles still persuadin   The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace & Nappiness"   Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness   Even though we lost our brother through the storm and rain   Keepin it real to my hood, but now my hood is to blame   Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York   I'm from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walk   LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most son   NY City slum, got me real close to my gun   Protectin my chest, relievin all the stress that's left   Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death   Why not, J-Drama, J-U-G-G now, Mike D now, year 2G you gonna see now   2 to 3 now, at the key now, placin D now   And at the top of the charts, is where we gonna be now      Chorus      [Jugga]   To all my go hearts, livin in mellow and live in the ghetto   From Lindon to Bellow, and rebuildin in Trestle   Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo   With gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and mary   Shout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twenty   Yea the whole south city   I got the ghetto in me,    livin this movie script life style I aint winnin   Hear me, aint no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny   Block party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out   We got the generators   Go home on the three illa, mikey whippin 'cause he illa   Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar   Now you don't wanna go to South zone after 11   You might see the mack and feel the 11   Now you wanna catch the soprano, now the foes the bitch      Chorus