Lyrics This Is Family.lrc Fabolous
[id: iierxamf]
[ar: Fabolous]
[al: From Nothin’ to Somethin’]
[ti: This Is Family]
[length: 06:53]
[00:01.88]Where the ***** all these ***** damn, Ran’ isn’t hot
[00:05.45]I damage the block
[00:07.24]I scramble like Randall with rocks
[00:08.20]I’m that ***** in the gambling spot
[00:09.94]Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
[00:12.61]You still gotta hand me your watch
[00:14.49]I’m in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
[00:16.26]Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I’m a chop
[00:19.82]Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops
[00:23.42]Trying to figure how to make this animal stop
[00:26.14]Who these ***** trying to take down?
[00:27.98]Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
[00:30.64]He ain’t feeling nothing from the waist down
[00:32.48]Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up
[00:35.14]There’s only one legend alive
[00:36.94]The rest you gotta dig up
[00:38.79]You acting like it’s hard roast ya
[00:40.59]I’ll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters
[00:44.15]Got no time to be boxing around
[00:46.94]I got the ox and the pound
[00:47.81]I’ll leave you in the box in the ground
[00:50.53]Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
[00:53.26]Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
[00:55.95]Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
[00:58.65]I’m copping a pound, they ain’t no stopping us now, my *****
[01:02.20]Hey, look, you could trip, clip spit, get your strip wet
[01:04.96]I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
[01:08.50]Player haters talking ’bout they gonna get Freck
[01:12.19]I’m in the Lamb’ sunk lower than the shipwreck
[01:14.86]They call me bar-for-bar ’cause I spit the better lines
[01:17.58]The white ***** got me rich like Federline
[01:21.17]*****a G-pack, I’ll show you how to read *****
[01:23.82]You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac
[01:26.52]The ***** good price, plus it smoke so speci
[01:30.17]Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci
[01:32.86]Y’all *****only talkers
[01:34.64]I’ll let my homies spark ya
[01:36.46]We in the spurs, that’s faster than Tony Parker
[01:38.21]This is family, don’t ever cross my brother
[01:41.96]Like Big Worm, ***** rather cross their mother
[01:44.68]Mention names in my family tree
[01:47.36]This ***** talking crazy like insanity plea
[01:50.05]I, swear to god, the next I ***** give it to
[01:53.63]Is going to a place FedEx can’t deliver to
[01:56.34]I’m West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty
[01:59.90]I’m the best, hands down, like six thirty
[02:02.68]Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties
[02:07.14]Posing us can’t be wise, swept across the family dies
[02:08.09]Something small as a look, can bring about a man’s demise
[02:11.63]And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can’t survive
[02:14.48]Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
[02:18.01]Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
[02:20.76]Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
[02:23.46]No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death
[02:27.06]Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
[02:29.72]Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest
[02:32.45]That’s a no brainer, I’m coming with both flamers
[02:36.03]Spray ’em, but I’m no painter to this here, I’m no stranger
[02:38.82]It’s obvious, you no bangers, you dudes pose no danger
[02:41.54]Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
[02:44.20]Like purple broke up in the dutch leave you broke up on a crush
[02:47.80]That’s what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
[02:50.51]We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
[02:53.22]Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U
[02:56.03]Closed casket so they can’t have a proper wake
[02:59.69]Don’t interfere with family business, that’s how we operate
[03:02.38]Yo, ***** is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
[03:05.07]Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
[03:08.65]’Cause they all become nondescript
[03:10.40]When something bright is on your wrist
[03:12.23]Like you repping the bionic six
[03:14.04]Who wanna fire? When guns fire, your lungs tire
[03:16.76]I’m an idol, ***** this Sanjaya, now who wanna try us
[03:20.49]That four, five will spit, I’ll slump you in the driver seat
[03:24.08]And make you really ghost ride the whip
[03:25.80]It’s real talk, shade ***** couldn’t get a tan from me
[03:29.49]’Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
[03:32.26]Soon as his un-tuck BAM, talking about you touch grams
[03:35.74]I’m coming through your window something like, Brother Man
[03:38.59]It’s just who we are, if I see yar, it’s E.R
[03:41.29]Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star, tell me how they gonna manage
[03:46.63]Letting off Virgina Tech’s now, dudes ain’t even safe on campus
[03:50.20]Gotta spaz on cowards
[03:52.06]Every twenty four, every half hour, ***** be trying to be Jack Bauer
[03:55.69]So, let fam’ keep talking
[03:57.47]And you won’t need ‘A Weekend At Bernie’s’
[04:00.19]If you trying to see a ‘Dead Man Walking’
[04:02.84]I guess it’s left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****
[04:05.50]Callouses on my pop finger, pop off *****
[04:08.21]Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
[04:10.99]’Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
[04:13.61]Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
[04:16.32]When they move that, more whip whop arriving
[04:19.90]And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix
[04:23.54]Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic
[04:26.35]For for the family, I’ll be squeezing, no reason
[04:29.81]Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing
[04:32.62]***** on the low, kidnapped my flow
[04:37.12]Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
[04:38.05]Don’t gotta ask for it, I’m gonna sit back the fo’
[04:40.72]Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
[04:44.37]East side, west side, I’ll be in my Converse
[04:47.00]This a convict rapping, it’s a con’s verse
[04:50.70]Arm and Hammer mis-man, ‘Los, Joey, or Ris-am
[04:53.35]All they gotta do is chirpand them things are gonna blis-am
[04:56.08]Shake down, fiz-am straight from the Brooklyn borough
[04:59.79]That never riz-an, block-ay block-ay
[05:02.46]Now if they get me on wire traces
[05:04.24]I’m gonna die in comstaat
[05:06.04]I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked
[05:08.74]Fire bomb box, set up by your mom’s block
[05:11.44]Go off on time, ’cause it’s wired by alarm clock
[05:15.08]I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock
[05:17.74]We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch
[05:20.41]Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot
[05:24.08]Rifles on the roof, yeah, we got him by a long shot
[05:26.82]We don’t fire warning shots, ***** fire on swat
[05:29.42]And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
[05:33.14]I’m from the hood, so I’m supplying bomb rock
[05:36.76]’Round here that’s better than buying some Viacom stock
[05:38.57]Look, you can’t hold nothing, but I got a shell to give
[05:42.19]I’ll make his relative show me where the fella live
[05:46.68]Ain’t that his baby sis’, get up in this Mayby’ miss
[05:47.52]Before I pull this curb and start swerving like baby sis
[05:51.12]If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
[05:53.88]You send a message when you kill a ***** third cousin
[05:56.58]Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef’ too
[05:59.20]This’ll a go in and out they chest like a breath do
[06:02.90]You Clay Aiken-soft, you playing games until this red light’s on ya
[06:06.56]It’s like the Playstation’s off, Smith and Wesson work, Luger nine labor
[06:10.13]Professional like they did me on majors
[06:14.66]This is family, do not cross the brothers
[06:18.22]I’ll put you in the box, one hand across the other
[06:20.95]A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
[06:23.65]One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
[06:27.28]’Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
[06:29.97]I want them in coffins, everybody’s closed
[06:32.76]Related by the streets, this is family beef
[06:35.47]So better not touch a branch on this family tree
[06:39.06]*****
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