Key: C major•
Verse 1
LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on,
you know what I'm sayin'
Want shout out to the Uptown,
know what sayin'
Word up
MCA, this is how we do every day
Me and Freaky Tah, ha
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down representin'
So this is how it go
Let me let you know how
It be, in da, G- H- E, double T- O
My name cold
Let me run it down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind
Verse 2
in this here rap game?
For those that claim to be
the best (uh- huh)
I tear them out the frame
I'm representin',
puttin' Queens on the map (word up)
Devil's Springs with some
baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style that they
call versatile
Don't treat me like no lame I've been
in this game for a while
I've seen a lot- a come (come)
I've seen a lot- a go (go), I've seen
a lot- a break
I've seen a lot- a blow, ayo
It's a trip to see a nigga slip
(uh- huh, nigga)
Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip,
get a (you don't even)
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking what you're talking
and to act like you do
Yo, set it, you fuckin' crossed
my line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking,
someone's attacking outa order
Put on your leather gloves,
and hats and get your pits and bats (uh- huh)
And get the gats just in case
we take it to the stacks
Verse 3
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Shout out to the Jeeps
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all of my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in
the pen' (my men)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast,
West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say,
"Right, ri- right"
Verse 4
Niggas fronting like they ill
(like they' ill)
Now bustin' caps ain't got a muthafucking thing
to do with showing skill
Recognize, nigga, what you fronting for?
Oh, I know your style,
you've never hit a blunt before
Or you're just another in the race
(man, you betta stop)
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me you're nothing but
a needle in a hay stack
Listen, kid, I've been doing
this here from way back
In the day (uh- huh), Ace Deuce
Tre (uh- huh), at the best
Up to Zimbabwe, hey, who's the best?
I want the best to come
test me (why?)
So I can release some stress from my chest,
G (ha)
Is you down (for what?) To
go pound for pound
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round
for round
I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring
the thunder and the rain
Causing confusion to your brain
Verse 5
It's the Lex Coups,
the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in the pen'
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast,
West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say,
"Right, ri- right"
Verse 6
I got more niggas in my tribe
Than there'd bees in the beehive
LB fam (huh), every
day stay high
Mr. Cheeks (yeah), every day I
Concentrate to get my shit straight,
make us wait
Before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah,
that's who I be's with
That's who I runs with
And who I smoke tress 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 for the streets
Over roughneck beats
There's rumors going around about
the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the motherfucker choppin'
crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna (you wanna),
do what you gotta (gotta)
Well, let me tell you something,
man, you can't do me nadda
Verse 7
The Lex Coups,
the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all my peoples in the pen'
Yo, keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast,
West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say,
"Right, ri- right"
Verse 8
the Jeeps)
The Lex Coups,
the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and
my men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in
the pen' (huh, ayo)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast,
West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear
you say, "Right, ri- right"
Verse 9
So if you listen to my album
You see that we don't deal with nothin'
But the real deal street life
Verse 10
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and
the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and my
men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in
the pen' (the pen')
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
(worldwide)
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin'
on la (on la)
And if you're with me let me
hear you say, "Right, ri- right"
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