This Is Family-Fabolous

Fabolous feat. V.A. - This Is Family Where the f**k's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that ni**a 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, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the 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 ni**a Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white b**ch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac The w**d good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci Y'all niggas only talkers I'll let my homies spark ya We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker This is family, don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree This ni**a talking crazy like insanity plea I, swear to god, the next ni**a I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty Look Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+ Posing us can't be wise Swept across the 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, determined 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 crush That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad 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 wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us That four-five will 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 his un-tuck BAM Talking about you touch grams I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus Gotta spaz on cowards Every twenty-four, every half-hour Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off ni**a Callouses on my pop finger, pop off ni**a 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 for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this b**ch 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 gonna sit back the fo' Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw Eastside, Westside, I'll 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 are gonna blis-am Shake down, fiz-am Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an Block-ay block-ay Now if they get me on wire traces I'm gonna die in comstaat I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked Fire bomb 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 arms ock We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot Rifles on 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 gonna riot on spot I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock 'Round here that's better than buying 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 Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing You send a message when you kill a ni**a third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor Professional sh*t like they did Leon's neighbors. This is family ni**a, 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 them in coffins, everybody's closed Related by the streets, this is family beef So better not touch a branch on this family tree