Lyrics This is Family (feat. Ransom, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden & Paul Cain).lrc Fabolous
[id: izisteut]
[ar:Fabolous]
[ti:This is Family (feat. Ransom, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden & Paul Cain)]
[al:From Nothin’ to Somethin’]
[by:Stillblade]
[00:00.00][01:03.00][02:02.00][03:02.00][04:02.00][05:02.50][06:15.27]
[00:02.00][Ransom]
[00:02.79]Where the fuck’s all these niggas saying Ran’ isn’t hot
[00:05.86]I damage the block
[00:06.91]I scramble like Randall with rocks
[00:08.84]I’m that nigga in the gambling spot
[00:11.04]Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
[00:12.85]You still gotta hand me your watch
[00:14.83]I’m in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
[00:17.02]Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I’m a chop
[00:20.73]Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
[00:23.73]Trying to figure out how to make this animal stop
[00:26.72]Who these niggas trying to take down
[00:28.57]Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
[00:31.00]He ain’t feeling nothing from the waist down
[00:33.31]Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up
[00:36.11]There’s only one legend alive
[00:37.66]The rest you gotta dig up
[00:39.05]You acting like it’s hard to roast ya (yeah)
[00:41.31]I’ll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters
[00:44.89]Got no time to be boxing around
[00:47.02]I got the ox and the pound
[00:48.48]I’ll leave you in the box in the ground
[00:50.78]Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
[00:53.72]Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
[00:56.81]Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
[00:59.88]I’m copping a pound
[01:01.09]They ain’t no stopping us now, my nigga
[01:03.30][Freck Billionaire]
[01:03.52]Ya clip trip, clip spit
[01:04.89]Get your strip wet
[01:06.31]I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
[01:09.29]Player haters talking ’bout they gonna get Freck
[01:12.45]I’m in the Lam sunk lower than the shipwreck
[01:15.30]They call me bar-for-bar ’cause I spit the better lines
[01:18.33]The white bitch got me rich like Federline
[01:21.19]Fuck a G-pack, I’ll show you how to read crack (how?)
[01:24.33]You get it soft, and then you rock it like T-Mac
[01:27.31]The weed good price, plus it smoke so speci (how much it cost?)
[01:30.44]Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci
[01:33.42]Y’all niggas only talkers
[01:34.81]I’ll let my homies spark ya
[01:36.48]We in the spurs, that’s faster than Tony Parker (what else?)
[01:39.48]This is family, nigga don’t ever cross my brother (no)
[01:42.39]Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
[01:45.38]Mention names in my family tree
[01:47.74]This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
[01:50.75]I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
[01:54.06]Is going to a place FedEx can’t deliver to (let’s do it)
[01:57.30]I’m West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
[02:00.38]I’m the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[02:02.50][Paul Cain]
[02:02.96]Look
[02:03.53]Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
[02:06.39]Posing us can’t be wise
[02:07.79]Swept across the family dies
[02:09.34]Something small as a look, can bring about a man’s demise
[02:12.20]And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can’t survive
[02:15.47]Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
[02:18.33]Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
[02:21.39]Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
[02:24.19]No autopsy necessary to determine the cause of death
[02:27.29]Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
[02:30.25]Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest (ha ha ha)
[02:33.56]That’s a no brainer, I’m coming with both flamers
[02:36.30]I’ll spray ’em, but I’m no painter
[02:37.85]To this here, I’m no stranger
[02:39.52]It’s obvious you no bangers
[02:40.87]You dudes pose no danger
[02:42.28]Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
[02:45.46]Like purple broke up in the dutch
[02:47.09]Leave you broke up on a crutch
[02:48.63]That’s what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
[02:51.01]We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
[02:54.18]Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
[02:57.50]Closed casket so they can’t have a proper wake
[03:00.27]Don’t interfere with family business, that’s how we operate
[03:02.40][Joe Budden]
[03:02.73]Yo
[03:03.13]Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
[03:05.95]Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
[03:09.07]Cause they all become nondescript
[03:11.14]When something bright is on your wrist
[03:12.75]Like you repping the bionic six
[03:14.87]Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire
[03:17.99]I’m an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us
[03:21.43]That four-five will spit
[03:22.98]I’ll slump you in the driver seat
[03:24.67]And make you really ghost ride the whip
[03:26.83]It’s real talk, shady niggas couldn’t get a tan from me
[03:29.96]Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
[03:33.02]Soon as his un-tuck BAM
[03:35.01]Talking about you touch grams
[03:36.19]I’m coming through your window something like +Brother Man+
[03:39.37]It’s just who we are
[03:40.64]If I see yar, it’s E.R
[03:42.95]Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, G-star
[03:45.26]Tell me how they gonna manage
[03:47.07]Letting off Virgina Tech’s now, dudes ain’t even safe on campus
[03:51.00]Gotta spaz on cowards
[03:52.59]Every twenty-four, every half-hour
[03:54.93]Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer
[03:56.87]So let fam’ keep talking
[03:58.52]You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie’s+
[04:00.85]If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+
[04:02.25][Red Cafe]
[04:02.52]I guess it’s left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
[04:05.73]Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga
[04:08.87]Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
[04:11.80]’Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
[04:14.80]Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
[04:18.06]When they move that, more whip whop arriving
[04:21.00]And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix
[04:24.11]Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic
[04:27.04]For the family, I’ll be squeezing, no reason
[04:29.98]Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing
[04:33.23]Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow
[04:35.80]Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
[04:38.91]Don’t gotta ask for it, I’m gonna sit back the fo’
[04:41.74]Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
[04:44.85]Eastside, Westside, I’ll be in my Converse
[04:47.87]This a convict rapping, It’s a con’s verse
[04:50.94]Arm & Hammer mis-man, ‘Los, Joey, or Ris-am
[04:54.20]All they gotta do is chirp
[04:55.84]And them things are gonna blis-am
[04:57.30]Shake down, fiz-am
[04:58.71]Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
[05:01.83]Block-ay block-ay
[05:02.80][Fabolous]
[05:03.07]Now if they get me on wire traces
[05:04.83]I’m gonna die in comstaat
[05:06.25]I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked
[05:09.30]Fire bomb box, set up by your mom’s block
[05:12.48]Go off on time, ’cause it’s wired by alarm clock
[05:15.49]I get his legs, you grab him by his arms ock
[05:18.29]We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch
[05:21.35]Last seen in Brooklyn, they found ’em by a Bronx lot
[05:24.17]Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot
[05:27.30]We don’t fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
[05:30.21]And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
[05:33.27]I’m from the hood, so I’m supplying bomb rock
[05:36.25]’Round here that’s better than buying from Viacom stock
[05:39.38]Look, you can’t hold nothing, but I got a shell to give
[05:42.26]I’ll make his relative show me where the fella live
[05:45.25]Ain’t that his baby sis’, get up in this Mayby’ miss
[05:48.37]Before I pull this perm and start swerving like Jadakiss
[05:51.23]If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
[05:54.31]You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin
[05:57.46]Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef’ too
[06:00.28]This’ll a go in and out they chest like a breath do
[06:03.35]You Clay Aiken-soft
[06:04.84]You playing games until this red light’s on ya
[06:07.59]It’s like the Playstation’s off
[06:09.46]Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor
[06:12.15]Professional shit like they did me on majors
[06:15.39]This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers
[06:18.46]I’ll put you in the box, one hand across the other
[06:21.38]A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
[06:24.42]One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
[06:27.35]Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
[06:29.90]I want them in coffins, everybody’s closed
[06:33.11]Related by the streets, this is family beef
[06:35.86]So you better not touch a branch on this family tree
[06:38.92]NiggaYear of Release: 2007