Just away Go on, it's not your not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow somethin' out here, up
Yeah, this is a thing We gon' handle our and shit muthafuckas know not to come around here like that This is real shit, real
different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga This is family Who the fuck said ain't family no more, nigga? This is tight shit, than white in ya wallet
Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, on every men Innocent dope pushers, over king pins Indeed, we smack niggaz up for cheese bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck
The don't know my peeps Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul
Ladies out they ain't thugs, they homo's The look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo' Ya'll payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them
Discussin' our over a glass of scotch Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the Think not, we still run the trains, the condom pop On the low, we still fuckin' them
Pretty from all precincts, Friday nights We holdin' glocks This is family, nigga, niggaz stand me up, my little man, I hand you the jammy
You the fam, what it is, it is what it is S.I.N.Y., where the animals Ass bet, run in yo cribs I don't if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
I'm like, "Damn, what a kid" I could do what I want, dirt, not servin' a bid You a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched From the grandpops, to the kids
And my time, I'm here, tell ya man Go and start up ya car, start the gears Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz is scared I don't let it blow in they ribs
I hot, niggaz get robbed non stop the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks And my fam at the top, I won't stop it or not, you and ya man is close targets
Juks everythin', dice games, markets Fam gon' spark it, take whatever is in the pockets Mostly the cash and the wallet, off the jewels 'Cuz you shinin', and the diamonds Never deny with iron, yo
Aiyo, chillin' the Ceasar crew We can smoke, all in the It's how many niggaz guns, got 'em on All tip top, to the fullest, mad bullets This is a hobby, the where they clap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everythin', we a up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't nothin' A tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, beamers
I need to be an actor,but instead, I'd rather be in All of my bread came from crack barbers and So much beef in these Guns that'll knock out floors and hit
What? What? The family remains it's grain It's automatic, I it and I claim it It's real, come around here, you here Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real
Aiyo, we hug the on President's Day Swingin' all year round, that money the American way Might run up in yo weddin', the reverend and spray And let the shots for they may
is family, nigga, minus the mob size The resurrection of Toney Starks and Dies', starrin' in Part 5 Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in Try'na hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
Look you starin' in the of oppression why I ride with protection extended clips Super sizing my weapons, eleven, keep the heat tucked That'll burn a hole through ya stomach acid reflux Get in ya cheap tux'
We make it for you niggaz to keep up through a hundred towns,and runnin', beatin' the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, At a table, breakin' like a family
Florida, we follow the code of the streets And the beats and we takin' the east Never the least, we invadin' the the beast, we familiar for life
We run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life My is real tight, shootin' the dice Some of my fam might ya ice Got family that go to church, back like you don't work
Got family set you up, got family that chill Wanna the dutch my fam, that stuck you up I got fam fuck you up
Chop you up, put your in the back of the truck Osama Island, we wildin', see the violence We display talent, respect balance, nigga, It's a