Fabolous, Joe Budden, Ransom, Red Cafe, Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire - This Is Family lyrics

Where the fuck's all these niggas
Saying Ran' isn't hot? I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the
Pans and the pots razor on the plate
Tryna figure out how many grams I'ma chop
Family or not
Some niggas making plans with the cops
Tryna figure out how to make this animal stop
Who these niggas tryna take down
Breakdown? Trey pound eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gon' get up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard to roast ya
I'll creep in your crib and put
Your brains on your Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in a box in the ground
Got the keys to the game
And we locking this down
Underwater with the sharks and
We not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs
They still watching the town
I'm copping a pound, they ain't
No stopping us now, my nigga

Ya clip trip
Clip spit'll get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith in my rich sweats
Player haters talkin' 'bout they
Gon' get Freck i'm in the Lamb' sunk
Lower than a shipwreck
They call me bar-for bar cause
I spit the better lines
The white bitch got me rich like Federline
Fuck a G pack
I'll show you how to re' crack (How?)
You get it soft and then
You rock it like T-Mac (Oh)
The weed good price, plus it smoke so spec-y
(How much it cost?)
Three thousand for pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in them Spurs that's
Faster than Tony Parker (What else?)
This is Family, nigga
Don't ever cross my brother (No)
Like Big Worm
Niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to God the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
(Let's do it)
I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best hands down like 6: 30

Look, like Michael J fox, I got family ties
Posing us can't be wise, swept across
Your family dies something small as a look
Can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside hit
Him where he can't survive
Throw the drop or slip an object
If not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in
Pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress
Right hand across the left
No autopsy necessary to determine
The cause of death
Six shots across the chest should
Explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh
I know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer
I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em but I'm no
Painter, to this here, i'm no stranger
It's obvious you no bangers
You dudes pose no danger
Your whole crew chumps
In the closet like coat hangers
Like purple broke up in the Dutch
Leave you broke up on a crutch
That's what happens when shooters choke
Up in the clutch
We gon' body you and have to hook
Your wife to an IV too
Put both of your parents side by side in ICU
(Everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can have a proper wake
Don't interfere with Family business
That's how we operate

Yo, niggas is letting birds turn
The tables on they squad
You need help with a jump
Got some cables in the car
Cause they all become nondescript
When something bright is on your wrist
Like you repping the Bionic Six
Who wan' fire? When guns fire
Your lungs tire
I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya
Now who wan' try us? That 4-5'll spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk
Shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me
Cause I get in the ring
For that Vince McMahon money
Soon as it's un tuck
BLAM! Talking 'bout you tough scrams
I'm coming through your window
Something like Bruh Man
It's just who we are, if I see y'all
It's ER vacay in DR, shirt and jeans G-Star
Tell me how they gon' manage
Letting off Virginia TECs now
Dudes ain't even safe on campus
Gotta spaz on cowards, every twenty-four
Every half-hour
Niggas be tryna be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
And you gon' need a weekend at Bernie's
If you tryna see a dead man walking

Yeah, I guess it's left to
Me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
Callouses on my pop finger pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop
Kick the lock off dump
'Fore them bodies drop out
Six Glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from Phoenix
The connect named Phoenix
Still keep the iron like my right hand anemic
For the Family, I'll be squeezing, no reason
Blood work
Nobody leaving this bitch breathing
Niggas on the low kidnapped my flow
Coulda asked for it
I woulda gift wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it
I'm gon' sit back the fo'
Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
Eastside, Westside, I be in my Converse
This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse
Arm & Hammer mis man, Los, Joey or Ris-am
All they gotta do is chirp
And them things gon' blis-am
Shakedown fiz-am
Straight from the Brooklyn borough
That never riz-an blocka blocka

Now if they get me on wire traces
I'ma die in Comstock i got prior cases from
Riding with firearms cocked
Firebomb box set up by your mom's block
Go off on time 'cause it's
Wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by his arms, ock
We gon' go this liar harm
While his crying moms watch
Last seen in Brooklyn
They found 'em by a Bronx lot
Rifles from the roof
Yeah we got him by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots
Niggas fire on SWAT and if they get me
Brooklyn gon' riot on spot
I'm from the hood
So I'm supplying bomb rock 'Round here
That's better than buying from Viacom stock
Look, you can't hold nothing but I
Got a shell to give
I'll make his relative show me
Where the fella live
Ain't that his baby sis'? Get
Up in this Mayby, miss
'Fore I pull this curtain
Start squirting like baby piss
If he heard yet
Bet that get the word buzzing
You send a message when you
Kill a nigga third cousin
Niece, nephew, they gon' need Tef' too
This'll a-go in and out they
Chest like a breath do you Clay Aiken soft
You playing games 'til this
Red light's on ya
It's like the Playstation's off
Smith & Wesson work, Luger 9 labor
Professional shit like they
Did Leon's neighbors

This is Family nigga
Do not cross the brothers
I'll put you in the box
One hand across the other
A small price to pay, son
It might cost your mother
One of your grandparents
Even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I want 'em in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is Family beef
So you better not touch a
Branch on this Family tree, nigga