Games

awww yeah, party people you lookin' good out there

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

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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

Knowhatimean

Mr. sexxx queen's most wanted luv bug starski

A ha a ha. lb fam group home be the click

Knowhatimean