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This Is Familly

アーティスト:Fabolous 

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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,


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