Where the ***** all ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot I the block I scramble like with rocks I'm that ***** in the gambling
Cracking jokes and liquor You still hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop
Family or not, some ***** making with the cops Trying to figure how to make this stop Who ***** trying to take down? Break down, tray pound, rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the down Hit up, lit up, he never get up There's only one alive The you gotta dig up
You like it's hard roast ya I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you posters Got no time to be around I got the ox and the
I'll you in the box in the ground Got the keys to the game, and we this down Underwater the sharks, and we not gonna drown Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the I'm copping a pound, they no stopping us now, my *****
Hey, look, you could trip, spit, get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get I'm in the Lamb' lower than the shipwreck
call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white got me rich like Federline *****a G-pack, I'll you how to read ***** You get it soft, then you rock it like
The ***** good price, plus it so speci thousand full pound of some Dro pesci Y'all *****only I'll let my spark ya
We in the spurs, faster than Tony Parker This is family, don't ever cross my Like Big Worm, rather cross their mother Mention names in my tree This ***** crazy like insanity plea
I, to god, the next I ***** give it to Is going to a place FedEx deliver to I'm Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six
Look like Michael J. Fox, I got ties Posing us be wise, swept across the family dies Something small as a look, can bring a man's demise And whoever he beside, hit him where he can't survive
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then Nine shot, pop a in, pine box the opposition Put him in formal dress, right across the left No necessary, determined the cause of death
Six shots across the chest explain his loss of breath peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm with both flamers 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger
It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes no danger Your whole crew chumps, in the closet coat hangers Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you up on a crush That's happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of parents side by side in I.C.U Closed casket so can't have a proper wake Don't interfere family business, that's how we operate
Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the on they squad Need with a jump, got some cables in the car 'Cause they all nondescript When something bright is on your
you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs I'm an idol, this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat And make you really ride the whip
It's real talk, ***** couldn't get a tan from me 'Cause I get in the ring for that McMahon money Soon as his BAM, talking about you touch grams I'm through your window something like, Brother Man
It's just who we are, if I see yar, E.R in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage Letting off Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus spaz on cowards
Every twenty four, every half hour, be trying to be Jack Bauer So, let fam' keep And you won't need 'A Weekend At If you trying to see a Man Walking'
I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off on my pop finger, pop off ***** Pop through, throw the drop, kick the off dump 'Fore bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is When they that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Still the iron like my right hand anemic
For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no Blood work, nobody leaving ***** breathing ***** on the low, kidnapped my Coulda asked for it, I woulda wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it, I'm sit back the fo' Flip it around, let the crack ya jaw side, west side, I'll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, a con's verse
Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or All they do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn That never riz-an, block-ay
Now if they get me on wire I'm gonna die in I got prior cases from riding with cocked Fire bomb box, set up by your block
Go off on time, it's wired by alarm clock I get his legs, you grab him by ock We go this liar harm while his crying moms watch Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a lot
on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot We don't fire shots, ***** fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying rock
'Round here that's better than buying some stock Look, you can't nothing, but I got a shell to give I'll make his relative me where the fella live Ain't his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss
Before I pull this curb and start swerving like sis If he heard yet, bet that get the word You send a message when you kill a ***** cousin Niece, nephew, they need Tef' too
This'll a go in and out they chest a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft, you games until this red light's on ya like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional like did me on majors
This is family, do not cross the put you in the box, one hand across the other A price to pay, son, it might cost your mother One of your grandparents, even your brother
everybody knows, everybody goes I want in coffins, everybody's closed by the streets, this is family beef So better not touch a branch on this family