Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Mob Ties lyrics

Okay, When I introduce you
I'm gonna say "This is a friend of mine"
That means you're a connected guy
Now if I say's that, "This a friend of ours"
That would mean you're a made guy, capisce?

Ayo, uhh (Brrt) no matter how you shake it
Or weigh it up
We treat this shit like the Mob, nigga
(Griselda) like the Mafia, nigga

We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive


We real Mob guys

I fed my family off of Dope
'cause the system was bias
I got with the suppliers
Bricks in the Michelin tire it's crazy
These rappers make up the shit
And y'all buy it 'Til a pistol get fired
Y'all just habitual liars ugh
Suckas gon' despise you
But the hustler's love it
Standing tall as the Eiffel
I built this up from nothing
I did my time in Population'
I stood amongst the brothers
'Cause only thing I checked in was my luggage
Sometimes I gotta think
"Am I fit for this business?"
We all street niggas
But somehow the principles different
Y'all like to talk
But where them opinions gone get ya?
I was taught, they not around? then don't
Mention those niggas a mother miss her son
A wife miss her husband
He was a killer but the news
Said he got hit for nothing
My dawg going up they got a pistol from him
Beave' on the run he told me
He ain't tryna miss this summer
My nigga textin' said "I'm callin'
Nigga hit me back"
I see it ringin' but I don't
Answer 'cause I think it's tapped
Nightmares of agents combing through
My recent raps
They gon' try to match the dates
Up and piece it back
We got pulled in the Bronx
We was smokin' bud
They let us go 'cause they was
Tryna find dope and guns
Police said "Be careful
Ain't no issues with you"
"Just you a rapper
And we know yall keep dem' pistols with you"

We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys

Ayo hollow heads in the nine cartridge
Shooters circle ya Mom's apartment
Like they tryna find parkin'
Niggas rhyme like they Crime Bosses
Tired of guys talkin' 'bout they diamonds
Dancin' when they mom's walkin'
Me and Benny combine forces
When y'all was in Job-corps shit
We caught like five charges
Not religious but I buy Crosses
It was times I turned water to
Wine in my mind faucet
Y'all came off the porch very late
I buried weight
I been doing this since DJ's carried crates
Prezy' Rollie with the cherry face
Fuck a truck I'm tryna fill up
The ferry on Eerie lake
I leave the house with like forty on
Two loaded chromes
A boost mobile phone and a new Rollie on
We all ownin' homes
I wanted to be like Michael
Not the entertainer nigga, Corleone

We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys with real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen
Let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys