Cam’ron, Lady Wray - Family Ties lyrics

Killa, Dipset man I spit that pimp talk
You hang out where the pimps collide
It's a pimp in my ride
No need to pimp the ride
This ain't the pimp camp: pimp limp
Pimp stance
Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak
Shrimp scamp ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay
I'll soufflé ya toupée and
Bottles be a bouquet
Right where you stay, or where you stayed
That 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap
Hold the shit back
Say goodbye and go commit that
For 9 years in Spain had the time share
Back to Times Squarei got dimes here
By the Port Authority
But I got more authority
Your girl she ordered Mauri
Checks she forge 'em for me
Reporters report me how she
Report to the orgy
But it's more to the story:
Her daughter applaud me

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset we hold our own
Don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side
That's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset

Killa! Uhh from the back of the cop-ride
To black-on-black, black when we cop rides
I will not hide, "hi ma, hot thighs"
Dick on her nosenow she's cock-eyed
From whippin' the bacon rolls to
Outside whippin' the bacon Rolls
Sanaa Lathan knows
I'm rakin' but makin' dough
80 holes in your shirt
There: your own Jamaican clothes
I ain't talkin' the Poconos
I'm talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go
You get the "okey doke", play me
Baby I hope he know
We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio
(Fuckin' liar) , I hold him with blue mittens
2 pigeons, "what the fuck are you pitchin'?"
1 house, 2 kitchenswho's bitchin'?
I bring the diesel
Won't see the Fu-Schnickens
(And I don't trust a hoe)
That's mother to baby-mother
Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Tell her drink, come get drunk
It's nut cracker
And it's well known that Rell home
Yup, hit ET up on the cell phone
As your family dies, and my family rise
Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa)

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset we hold our own
Don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side
That's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset

They see me in that lavender tank
You'd rather just faint i was Fort Laudi
You was Saint Latter-Day Saints
Whips get lathered in paint
Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors
Cap back: abracadabra
And I'm appalled think that
We at all comfortable me in Mauris
These rappers all Theodore Huxtable
They mother's a lawyer
They father's a doctor
Auction coke to the coppers
Glocks in the locker and
Who you supposed to be? Get
Hung from the rosaries
Call me "COD" - that's coke and them Os of D
Some OD'ed, B off them Os of D
I ain't give a fuck as long
As they ain't close to me
Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me
Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me
Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me
For real, nigga
On the real the last hope is me

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset we hold our own
Don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side
That's why I call this family ties
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset