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