Black Soprano Family - Saint Maurice lyrics
[Black Soprano Family - Saint Maurice lyrics]
Ah yeah, let's go, let's go
Black Soprano Family, huh?
We the biggest in this shit
Me, Rick, Heem, Camino ah
My nigga Base, Loveboat
You know, all my niggas
Yeah, The Butch', nigga
Ain't nothin' I have regular
Brick and a half measurer
I turned a hefty garbage bag
To a cash register and with a little luck, I
Put them digit's up, grindin'
I'm puttin' pictures up, shinin'
Rockin' emerald-cut diamonds
TD jakes in the kitchen
GTA when I'm whippin'
Crash that, jump in a new one
An easy day for a nigga
Y'all gossip like Ricky Lake
Y'all wishin' hate on a nigga
Don't fit in lanes with these rappers
I've been done sprayed on a nigga
When you get in the streets
Don't lay on pillows and speak
Loyalty calls
Don't expect it from niggas who cheap
And little do he know
I'm a wolf to a little sheep heavy bars
And got a style so hard that it chisel teeth
We both in love with white girls
How about that? That's ironic
I put him on digi' scales
He got a tat' of Madonna
No emblems on that big body Benz'
Knew that I got her
So my old-ass next door neighbor
Think that's a Honda
It's two type of leaders
You could be Bush or Bill
And only see half the
Picture like Bushwick Bill
I'm Mike Jack', smooth operation off crills
Now a nigga makin' that lil' shit off reals
I hear you niggas speakin'
Blasphemous, shit spread, like a pathogen
The whole time, your career got an asterisk
My next move need a half a M
That's establishment
Throw that shit far as a javelin
My Black Soprano piece a talisman
VVS's on it battlin'
I'm up for any challenges
You try to take it, you a casualty
Shoot it casually or the
Switch'll make it sporadically
Come to Buffalo and see how we rockin'
They ain't even wanna consider us
But now we the topic
I was really in the trenches
Tryna make me a profit
I'm talkin' bundles for the egg
Moulds of pounds for the locket
With no sponsor, I still got my stripes
Like Monster
Now niggas just look good next to great
Smush Parker
Come get some, I'm givin' out work
James Fonda i put you in a blender
Like ingredients at Jamba, mother
These niggas know they can't fuck with us
So they been tryna join a team
This shit like snowfall, starrin' Butch', me
Hyde and Heem durin' role-call
I had your bitch behind the scenes
And the whole time
Was gettin' rich behind the scenes
To you, this large money, to me
That's small things
To them, it's a house payment, to me
That's just a ring
Shit, flooded the Cartier
'cause I felt like I needed bling
Youngin deserve a Grammy from
Lettin' this chopper sing
Shorty like Maxwell, he passin' pretty wings
Dumpin' off max shells and
Handin' out chicken wings
Double-R or the Lamb'? Fuck it
Don't matter to me
And that bitch don't sing
But she look like SZA to me
She might be your best friend
But she ain't no sister of me
Why y'all out there
Contractors? That bum ain't richer than me
I be in a mansion with a
Gun that's bigger than me
But when I pop out
Niggas don't want no issues with me
And that's my word, my word, my word, my word
My word
I've been on a dirty mission, dear God
I seek forgiveness
I came to kill the game for the throne
You be my witness i had a wishlist
For some bricks and all the riches
It's Black Soprano Mob, not a gang
We be the biggest
I wore to whip it, baseheads
He need to fix it
Beamin' up the scott', now he stuck
His jaw twitchin'
We raw pigeon, grab the pots
We in the kitchen
They know I trail-blaze for the team
Like Rod Strickland
I'm God-gifted, hit his chest
His soul lifted
Them BSF diamonds VS', we gold trimmin'
I told niggas, turned it up and showed niggas
Ask them oldheads who be on the East
A cold nigga
I'm '0 Jigga, spendin' cheese, a big pimper
Then niggas looked up, seen Heem
The big dipper the quarter-bricker
Half man and thirty-six'er
Made the oil lock from the soda
We gram shiftin'
Fork clickin', water runnin'
We shock-stiff it
And I just got the key to the street
I'm locksmithin'
This Glock clickin', 33, like Scott' Pippen
I got some niggas do it for free
But still tip 'em
I still risk it, price right, I still flip it
The county gettin' head in the
Office, like Bill Clinton, nigga
Hahaha bSF, motherfucker
Eastside Buffalo, hahaha gone
Black Soprano Family, huh?
We the biggest in this shit
Me, Rick, Heem, Camino ah
My nigga Base, Loveboat
You know, all my niggas
Yeah, The Butch', nigga
Ain't nothin' I have regular
Brick and a half measurer
I turned a hefty garbage bag
To a cash register and with a little luck, I
Put them digit's up, grindin'
I'm puttin' pictures up, shinin'
Rockin' emerald-cut diamonds
TD jakes in the kitchen
GTA when I'm whippin'
Crash that, jump in a new one
An easy day for a nigga
Y'all gossip like Ricky Lake
Y'all wishin' hate on a nigga
Don't fit in lanes with these rappers
I've been done sprayed on a nigga
When you get in the streets
Don't lay on pillows and speak
Loyalty calls
Don't expect it from niggas who cheap
And little do he know
I'm a wolf to a little sheep heavy bars
And got a style so hard that it chisel teeth
We both in love with white girls
How about that? That's ironic
I put him on digi' scales
He got a tat' of Madonna
No emblems on that big body Benz'
Knew that I got her
So my old-ass next door neighbor
Think that's a Honda
It's two type of leaders
You could be Bush or Bill
And only see half the
Picture like Bushwick Bill
I'm Mike Jack', smooth operation off crills
Now a nigga makin' that lil' shit off reals
I hear you niggas speakin'
Blasphemous, shit spread, like a pathogen
The whole time, your career got an asterisk
My next move need a half a M
That's establishment
Throw that shit far as a javelin
My Black Soprano piece a talisman
VVS's on it battlin'
I'm up for any challenges
You try to take it, you a casualty
Shoot it casually or the
Switch'll make it sporadically
Come to Buffalo and see how we rockin'
They ain't even wanna consider us
But now we the topic
I was really in the trenches
Tryna make me a profit
I'm talkin' bundles for the egg
Moulds of pounds for the locket
With no sponsor, I still got my stripes
Like Monster
Now niggas just look good next to great
Smush Parker
Come get some, I'm givin' out work
James Fonda i put you in a blender
Like ingredients at Jamba, mother
These niggas know they can't fuck with us
So they been tryna join a team
This shit like snowfall, starrin' Butch', me
Hyde and Heem durin' role-call
I had your bitch behind the scenes
And the whole time
Was gettin' rich behind the scenes
To you, this large money, to me
That's small things
To them, it's a house payment, to me
That's just a ring
Shit, flooded the Cartier
'cause I felt like I needed bling
Youngin deserve a Grammy from
Lettin' this chopper sing
Shorty like Maxwell, he passin' pretty wings
Dumpin' off max shells and
Handin' out chicken wings
Double-R or the Lamb'? Fuck it
Don't matter to me
And that bitch don't sing
But she look like SZA to me
She might be your best friend
But she ain't no sister of me
Why y'all out there
Contractors? That bum ain't richer than me
I be in a mansion with a
Gun that's bigger than me
But when I pop out
Niggas don't want no issues with me
And that's my word, my word, my word, my word
My word
I've been on a dirty mission, dear God
I seek forgiveness
I came to kill the game for the throne
You be my witness i had a wishlist
For some bricks and all the riches
It's Black Soprano Mob, not a gang
We be the biggest
I wore to whip it, baseheads
He need to fix it
Beamin' up the scott', now he stuck
His jaw twitchin'
We raw pigeon, grab the pots
We in the kitchen
They know I trail-blaze for the team
Like Rod Strickland
I'm God-gifted, hit his chest
His soul lifted
Them BSF diamonds VS', we gold trimmin'
I told niggas, turned it up and showed niggas
Ask them oldheads who be on the East
A cold nigga
I'm '0 Jigga, spendin' cheese, a big pimper
Then niggas looked up, seen Heem
The big dipper the quarter-bricker
Half man and thirty-six'er
Made the oil lock from the soda
We gram shiftin'
Fork clickin', water runnin'
We shock-stiff it
And I just got the key to the street
I'm locksmithin'
This Glock clickin', 33, like Scott' Pippen
I got some niggas do it for free
But still tip 'em
I still risk it, price right, I still flip it
The county gettin' head in the
Office, like Bill Clinton, nigga
Hahaha bSF, motherfucker
Eastside Buffalo, hahaha gone