Games

(album: Love Peace And Nappiness - 1997)

Awww yeah, party people you looking good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I'm talking about we got the
Old school flavor & the New school flavor Something 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 reminiscing
realize that there's mad Fam' missing
I'm holding 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
meeting slugger now everything's cool
155 niggas kept it live no doubt
Mr. Tel is coming down to roll out
We S'in (Smokin') out all the time in the yard all nine
talking 'bout that car's mine
Young niggas growing up in the city
enjoyed the streets 'cause at home things was shitty
My mom's boyfriend trying to break her down & hurt her
not yet drinking but still thinking 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 getting high drinking whiskey with the thugs now
I'm on the Van with my man selling 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

[Verse 2]
In Junior High me & Lou we dressing neater
I'm on the special with Taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties getting 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 getting life on young plan of making G's
getting dough from shoveling snow & raking leaves
Politicing on the Van with the old cats
pushing plush Cadillacs holding 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) nothing else but hustling & scrambling
jailtime, busting & gambling
My main chick is on 'caine now
I mean she ain't acting 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 getting green on the scene
in front of Coliseum vibing with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
skills in the dice nice with the jab
I'm getting money bagging 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 during that time we's making no cash
saying 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]

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