Black Soprano Family - Paulie & Vito lyrics

See, you need people like us
So you can point the finger
And be like "Oh yeah" those the bad guys
Black Soprano Mob
BSF, Gangsta Well Respected

We from the struggle
It was hard in the streets
Before rap,  so hard in the streets
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't fuck with police

It's time to separate the boys from men
These niggas green
Don't even separate the fives and tens
I've been counting up wins
Trying get me a Benz
Just was standing on the corner
With a bundle in Timbs
I'm thinking in M's, she wanna be friends
Told her I ain't got time
Plus I'm fucking her friends
I've been chasing them bands
We ain't' shaking no hands
All the ops must die
Told the squad make plans
In the streets I'm connected
Nigga highly respected
Throwing dirt on my name but
They never direct it
I still smell like cane
Nigga fresh out the game
Used to sell propane, my nickname Hold Thing
Probably ain't seen one
So you don't know that talk
Off white in the pot, it came hard like chalk
Get rich out the streets
Just don't get caught
Keep your mouth closed
When the feds come don't talk

We from the struggle
It was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't fuck with police

All I talk is money and it's fluent
I'm bilingual
Turn my operation to an album with no singles
Just linked up in Dallas with the Mexicans
My youngin Nelson Agholor
He playing with the Eagles
Black Soprano over C notes
My life is like Casino
I come from the biggest little city
It ain't Reno free my brother, free my nigga
The hood ain't been the same
Since like 2003 though
I drink liquor just to cope with it
Couldn't be no broke nigga
Since we talking bread
You gotta break it with your close niggas
You sick 'cause what I gross nigga
Miami in a Ghost nigga
30 in the toast nigga
I'm better than most niggas it's Ricky

We from the struggle
It was hard in the streets
Before rap, so hard in the streets
Ten toes down in the concrete
This for my real thugs love to tote heat
All the hustlers posted on them back streets
Scale up, nigga had a slow week
He a rat nigga, that's a slow leak
It's the mob, we don't fuck with police