Risin To The Top (no Stoppin Us) Lyrics

Risin To The Top (no Stoppin Us) lyrics

[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 cuz 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 cuz 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?



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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, cuz the year '99

You goes for yours, I go for mine



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[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



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