Proof, Marv Won, J-Hill, Bareda - X-Fam lyrics

La, la, la (Extended fam' nigga)
La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Don't be stupid, it's better to squeeze
You had best to believe that ain't
Nobody better than we is
Only reason they alive is 'cause
I'm letting 'em breathe fuck lumps
I'll throw dots on the heads of emcees
Better pray to God please
I don't make it a scary mess
Marv Won I hold 44's like Jerry West
These niggas can't see me with knuckles
I'm King Knockout so I stay strapped just in
Case they bring Glocks out play John Wayne
Young Weezy will ring shots out
Make niggas call coroners and bring cops out
"He only talk tough on record"
Man that's a cop out test my nuts guy
I'll be airing your whole block out


Street y'all niggas best stick to
Blinging your watch out
'Fore I have your peeps pouring
Liquor and singing shout-outs
Fat Killahz, y'all don't know us
It's nothin' to doubt about
X-Fam is the dynasty bitch
Meaning the Glocks out

Only reason I'm here to spit
Fair or swallow beers
Hang with killers that hug
Trees like koala bears
Y'all got the right lines that I disconnect
Only time I pop your collar is
When I miss your neck
Y'all duck us, your bitch a good sucka'
Protect her nigga because shittt
I would snuff her proof always wide awake
When I lose a battle
King Gordy will jump the Empire State
Building, sold millions with cold feelings
Beside my family damn there's no real ones
"My neck, my back"
What you scream when I bust off my gat
You getting hit like hi hats
With no drumsticks one clip to murk you why?
'cause nigga it's fun bitch
I'm nicer, you get fired in a cypher
We don't like ya'
Plus they hire that Chrysler bitch

Y'all don't want no part to me
We the best as y'all can see
(As y'all can see) non-believers RIP
When doubting an extended family (The family)
Y'all don't want no part to me
We the best as y'all can see
(As y'all can see) non-believers RIP
When doubting an extended family (The family)

My guns like fireworks, J 4th of July
Do you really wanna fuck with guy?
On your back, belly facing
The sky, limo ride, nice suit and a tie

Y'all trying get loose 'fore I die
Life different when high
18-wheelers shippers supply
Changed up since the 2 G year
Do work like Lee
Need a lame nigga, he ain't here
Ain't a secret that I'm working the streets
Ain't a secret that I'm working with heat
Ain't a secret that if you got beef
Get murked and beat
Gotta live by the code of street
My intro is as about as cold the street
Pencils 'bout as deadly as heat
Producers gotta meddle your beefs
I just pick 'em like food from a tree
X-Fam, you want it? Then come
And get it nigga, holler at me

I know you gotta love it
You see a nigga taking patterns and words
Make 'em disgusting sick of a percussion
One verse is like a deep discussion
Meet a shit even in pre-production
Niggas don't want it with me for nothing
We percussions what you're dealing with
Come to your worksite and shoot up job
Fuck up your benefit's
And make you dress up in daughter clothes
Beat your ass on your front lawn and
Drown you with the water hose
Straight torture, humiliate your kids
Hate 'em wife divorced ya, end of the show
So I hope you got a HMO
Well god gon' take him slow 'cause
44's about to make him glow
I could promise you this when
I bomb you like Osama
And your colonies split
The 44 will have him hollerin' he hit
Al Greenin' with these how many grit's
And after this he'll be calling it's quit's
Extended family bitch

Y'all don't want no part to me
We the best as y'all can see
(As y'all can see) non-believers RIP
When doubting an extended family (The family)
Y'all don't want no part to me
We the best as y'all can see
(As y'all can see) non-believers RIP
When doubting an extended family (The family)