Nas, AZ, Cormega, Foxy Brown - La Familia lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[Nas, AZ, Cormega, Foxy Brown - La Familia lyrics]
"They can get to anyone, anywhere"
"Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash
All moved off-shore
And 30% of their clients are legitimate
I wouldn't break this Firm
When that happens
You're gonna go to jail like
The rest of 'em
It'll happen someday, believe me
Your life as you know is over"
A yo! Guns and roses, sons and soldiers
Drug game, cocaine, Ac's and Range Rovers
Snakes plan up ways to set they own man up
For grams when they bag up Cristal White
At night, pistols might lift you
Like heat-seekin' missiles
Streets tempt you, police out to get you
'Cause niggas you ran with
Got knocked and snitched, too
Your bitch knew time you faced
You didn't hide the safe
Now she's fuckin' in your fly
Estate by the fireplace
My shine stay laced, mind's original
Firm La Familia organized criminals, boy!
You just a hand-to hand soldier
I'm a general one-way ticket to Hell is
What I'm sendin' you
Yo, you idiot rookie cops know
My props go high like Himalayan mountains
'Mega bouncin' in the Z-3, countin'
Up G's with no doubt, dun
I'd die for my niggas
Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas
Plead guilty
Get the chair and fry for my niggas
It's essential that we all
Is A-Alike in mental
We've been through life, cold blood
Livin' sinful
Though we learned from old thugs that made it
Peeped how they played it
We rated and evaluated
Calculated the ages we be, the days we see
Chips freely, beyond whips and TV's
Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's
But niggas hate to see you on top
They'd rather be you, what not
I keep the Desert Eagle pump cocked
Spot the vic' in this guy quick
Why pop shit?
My niggas leave you shot quick in a hop skip
Specialize in fly shit
VS on my breath while niggas
Gossip on the Thai stick
I'm on some 'Doe or Die' shit
Ill Na na capo, The Firm, team Gestapo
36 moves, 37 ways, triple days, triple pays
Na na, Fox Boogie, Firm mama
Conniver, the Lady Godiva or
Scarlet whichever O'Hara
The hazardous, we laced the Lazarus
Drippin' Gambinana, behind the liner
Three Na na's
From head to toe, laced up in Gabbana
With Sosa chip
The 46 Range Rover to Villanova
From Castilino to Colombo, Foxy Brown, papa
Beyond figures, boo
I'll die for my nigga's Rollie
The Firm controlee
They chop ki's to clock G's
Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's
Check my lingo
And all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe
Got a dime wife from San Domingo
Face it it's mathematics basics
Far from fake shit my mind is sacred
My skin shines like a Cuban bracelet
Egyptian Pharaoh
Potent ganja used to get me paro
Now I inhale from gunshots
Through my double barrel
Beneath the ground is how the sound travel
So what have you?
Keep in mind Feds won't stop
Until they grab you used to bust guns
Now it's just stocks and trust funds
G's and CD's so my seed can soon touch some
The foulness I once provoked is now behind me
It's gonna take more than sellin'
Coke now to blind me it had me thinkin'
"I gotta kill to keep from sinkin'"
That con way of life that
Keep live niggas from Lincoln
I saw it comin'
That's why I slowed down from dumbin'
Most of my crew is runnin'
Can't even afford the summons
"Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash
All moved off-shore
And 30% of their clients are legitimate
I wouldn't break this Firm
When that happens
You're gonna go to jail like
The rest of 'em
It'll happen someday, believe me
Your life as you know is over"
A yo! Guns and roses, sons and soldiers
Drug game, cocaine, Ac's and Range Rovers
Snakes plan up ways to set they own man up
For grams when they bag up Cristal White
At night, pistols might lift you
Like heat-seekin' missiles
Streets tempt you, police out to get you
'Cause niggas you ran with
Got knocked and snitched, too
Your bitch knew time you faced
You didn't hide the safe
Now she's fuckin' in your fly
Estate by the fireplace
My shine stay laced, mind's original
Firm La Familia organized criminals, boy!
You just a hand-to hand soldier
I'm a general one-way ticket to Hell is
What I'm sendin' you
Yo, you idiot rookie cops know
My props go high like Himalayan mountains
'Mega bouncin' in the Z-3, countin'
Up G's with no doubt, dun
I'd die for my niggas
Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas
Plead guilty
Get the chair and fry for my niggas
It's essential that we all
Is A-Alike in mental
We've been through life, cold blood
Livin' sinful
Though we learned from old thugs that made it
Peeped how they played it
We rated and evaluated
Calculated the ages we be, the days we see
Chips freely, beyond whips and TV's
Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's
But niggas hate to see you on top
They'd rather be you, what not
I keep the Desert Eagle pump cocked
Spot the vic' in this guy quick
Why pop shit?
My niggas leave you shot quick in a hop skip
Specialize in fly shit
VS on my breath while niggas
Gossip on the Thai stick
I'm on some 'Doe or Die' shit
Ill Na na capo, The Firm, team Gestapo
36 moves, 37 ways, triple days, triple pays
Na na, Fox Boogie, Firm mama
Conniver, the Lady Godiva or
Scarlet whichever O'Hara
The hazardous, we laced the Lazarus
Drippin' Gambinana, behind the liner
Three Na na's
From head to toe, laced up in Gabbana
With Sosa chip
The 46 Range Rover to Villanova
From Castilino to Colombo, Foxy Brown, papa
Beyond figures, boo
I'll die for my nigga's Rollie
The Firm controlee
They chop ki's to clock G's
Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's
Check my lingo
And all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe
Got a dime wife from San Domingo
Face it it's mathematics basics
Far from fake shit my mind is sacred
My skin shines like a Cuban bracelet
Egyptian Pharaoh
Potent ganja used to get me paro
Now I inhale from gunshots
Through my double barrel
Beneath the ground is how the sound travel
So what have you?
Keep in mind Feds won't stop
Until they grab you used to bust guns
Now it's just stocks and trust funds
G's and CD's so my seed can soon touch some
The foulness I once provoked is now behind me
It's gonna take more than sellin'
Coke now to blind me it had me thinkin'
"I gotta kill to keep from sinkin'"
That con way of life that
Keep live niggas from Lincoln
I saw it comin'
That's why I slowed down from dumbin'
Most of my crew is runnin'
Can't even afford the summons