[Mr. Cheeks]   You know the lifestyle, plain and simple, out to get it   It's ghetto game us niggas play no doubt we stay commited   And capable to bring the hot shit, no matter what   And where we aim, we do our thing to bring the fatter cut   See my succession based on strugglin and hard times   And boulevard dimes been with boulevard crimes   It kept me on my feet, and 'cause these playa haters hate us   Off and on and on the court, because we make threes and twos   You bound to dues, once she fuck around with raw shit   No bullshittin still hittin you with more shit   My yellowness don't mean a nigga when I broadcast   Yo you don't want my skills to get in your ass   I've seen alot come and go but I'mma stay here   I get my heat up in the street 'cause they don't play fair   I'm tryin to keep it level headed but it's really hard   When niggas tryin to take what I be gettin, feel me god?      Chorus 2X      LB Fam bring the shit that's hot   Besides that we risin to the top   There's no way to stoppin us      [Mr. Cheeks]   Time to make cakes, no time for the bullshit   Watch how a nigga pull shit   From underneath the spleef, black bandana, Yankee fitted   For those that wanna nigga, come and get it   A rap skills official, bring my ghetto mix to any session   Straight finessin tracks, no question   Gotta feel good, risin to the top, started from the bottom   Like revenge, gettin niggas when you spot em   Got my shit ready, niggas gettin gased like Getty   It's time to send a message hold em steady   Chicks and niggas get the meanin   My chain and my ring gleamin   Only hot rocks a nigga steamin   Yo it's LB to the death throw em up   Pass the weed, more liquor in my cup   Bottom line, we gonna shine, 'cause the year '99   You goes for yours, I go for mine      Chorus 2X      [Mr. Hezekiah]   I wanna know, do you understand, about the LB Fam   About the LB Fam   We about to put our foot up in   To put our foot up in your ass!!      [Mr. Cheeks]   Hennecy, done moneys on the table   Should make you kill a man, I'm willin and I'm able   I stay with hot whips, hot jewels and hot chicks   Which nigga said he need a ring, a cousin got nicks   But on the low we got the twenty sacks and hydro   Increase my pay from the way that I flow   Aiyo my chicks and my niggas know how I go   Late night creepin plus we keepin eyes low   Aiyo again, it's in between the lap, I kick the rap   On the highway, bouncin if it's Friday   My g sleen back, represent the backstreets   Besides that, we got the tight rap and phat beats   Aiyo my man Sexxx, plug me in it's on again   Head south, reach Cali right it's on again   It's LB Fam, understand, right or wrong my friend?   We gotta keep it strong, don't know when it's all or end   It's all or end yo      Chorus 2X