This Is Family Songtext / Lyric

Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran' isn't hot

I damage the block

I scramble like Randall with rocks

I'm that ***** in the gambling spot



Cracking jokes and drinking liquor

You still gotta hand me your watch

I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots

Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop



Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops

Trying to figure how to make this animal stop

Who these ***** trying to take down?

Break down, tray pound, eight rounds



He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down

Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up

There's only one legend alive

The rest you gotta dig up






You acting like it's hard roast ya

I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters

Got no time to be boxing around

I got the ox and the pound



I'll leave you in the box in the ground

Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down

Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown

Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town

I'm copping a pound, they ain't no stopping us now, my *****



Hey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet

I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats

Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck

I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck



They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines

The white ***** got me rich like Federline

*****a G-pack, I'll show you how to read *****

You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac



The ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci

Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci

Y'all *****only talkers

I'll let my homies spark ya



We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker

This is family, don't ever cross my brother

Like Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother

Mention names in my family tree

This ***** talking crazy like insanity plea



I, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to

Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to

I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty

I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty



Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties

Posing us can't be wise, swept across the family dies

Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise

And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive



Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing

Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition

Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left

No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death



Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath

Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest

That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers

Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no stranger



It's obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger

Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers

Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush

That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch



We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too

Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U

Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake

Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate



Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad

Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car

'Cause they all become nondescript

When something bright is on your wrist



Like you repping the bionic six

Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire

I'm an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us

That four, five will spit, I'll slump you in the driver seat

And make you really ghost ride the whip



It's real talk, shade ***** couldn't get a tan from me

'Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money

Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams

I'm coming through your window something like, Brother Man



It's just who we are, if I see yar, it's E.R

Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage

Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus

Gotta spaz on cowards



Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer

So, let fam' keep talking

And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's'

If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking'



I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****

Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****

Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump

'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk



Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying

When they move that, more whip whop arriving

And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix

Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic



For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason

Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing

***** on the low, kidnapped my flow

Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow



Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'

Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw

East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse

This a convict rapping, it's a con's verse



Arm and Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am

All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am

Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough

That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay



Now if they get me on wire traces

I'm gonna die in comstaat

I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked

Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block



Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock

I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock

We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch

Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot



Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot

We don't fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat

And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot

I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock



'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock

Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give

I'll make his relative show me where the fella live

Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss



Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis

If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing

You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin

Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too



This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do

You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light's on ya

It's like the Playstation's off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor

Professional like they did me on majors



This is family, do not cross the brothers

I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other

A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother

One of your grandparents, even your baby brother



'Cause everybody knows, everybody goes

I want them in coffins, everybody's closed

Related by the streets, this is family beef

So better not touch a branch on this family tree

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