Lyrics:
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
But your mind and your desire
Will guarantee me your heart
LB Bizness
Wish me well or call me Ishmael
Croquettes and grits, nigga, this is that
the mystery
big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
L.B. style run the while represent my fam
makin moves
the mystery
big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
L.B. style run the while represent my fam
makin moves
this shit don't move me (let's go)
Bitch I ain't for none, we ain't no goofies (yeah, yeah)
Hit LB for Runtz, mix it with the Zooties (go, go, go)
Who's Got the Herb
2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces
Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos
What are we looking for
Sinsemilla
What are we hoping for
What
down (ooh)
For them niggas sayin', "Bring your top down" (yeah, three)
I get too much green, like to shop now (oh, wow, LB three)
Pull up on the scene
ready to dump lames in ditches
Steady makin fakers bleed, L.B. family handle business
Comin into Twista's realm, journey with me through the pain
The hurt
you see me spending money like
Splash
Got me counting this lootchie
With the chain millie rocking like
Splash
Got me feeling like LB dropping water
I got 75 lbs of barbed wire
You got 15 tons of lead
There's something stalking the chicken house
That's gonna end of dead
There's a curse left over
nass kanaf9o fia
I dont now la derti lmilly ma3la bali
Sa7bi hna drari kikherjo ikhedmo ta lil
Wakha tchreb lb7ar lmayt o tzido ta nil
La anb9a 3ad m3a
and a pump
And I'm ready to bust at you hoes, ready to dump lames in ditches
Steady makin fakers bleed, L.B. family handle business
Comin into Twista's
can't fuck wit my flow sip on my Moe
Smoke on my dro and you can't stop a LB show
I spit G rhymes
While you fakers get the vapors
Chants like Jimmy Two
Yo LB let's run this joint
Once again y'all
It's LB and OB
Take off LB and OB
Take off all your clothes
And your sexy coat
Leave it on the back seat
back on my shit
So much work in my duffel that the bag doesn't zip
In my city, it be cold, a few haters wanna kill me
I just wanna get high, L.B. I
I don't play the game with my hands
I take the scissors, cut rock, and make paper
We had LB's and sacks of that Lawrence Taylor
Dope game stupid
on the wall
10 lbs bass yeah man we got it all
Well Yeah
There's no place like home
Its a two lane, no name kinda town you aint ever been before
There's no
LB 3E
True as LB I would peel a cool mil off my last piece
And get the whole fam' a new lease
But reality and optimism don't often coincide
Again,
and assumed he don got soft
They didn't understand it was my next direction
So I'm playing postman and addressing questions
Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm
brother we controlling it now
I got the magna rocks still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks
Hip-hop when we walk
Hop-hop when
LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
of shines
If y'all want to get a line, then talk to Big Dho
Cause ain't shit free but the spirit of my rhymes
I hear it all the time, LB ain't on the same
What what nigga?
LB Fam, Frankie Cutlass
Nine-six, Queens most wanted (word up)
Frankie Cutlass (Frankie Cutlass)
This is how we do (how we do)
Even though he can go in one squeeze G
It's it's it's crazy, mystery
Lb's to be the one to solve one
Two, three, three thousand problems
One, two,
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