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    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, 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 nigga

    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 bitch got rich like Federline
    Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
    You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac
    The weed 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 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
    I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
    I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty

    Like Michael J. Fox, I got Family Ties
    Apposing us can't be wise
    Who ever cross 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, the oject is not to miss
    Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
    Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
    No autopsy necessary, to 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 crutch
    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 goes)
    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 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 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 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 some 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 squirtin' like Baby piss
    If he aint heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
    You send a message when you kill a nigga 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 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 them in coffins, everybody's closed
    Related by the streets, this is family beef
    So better not touch a branch on this family tree

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