The Family

[Intro: Giggs] RichMade Yeah [Verse 1: Giggs] Better watch the way you're speaking Two straps, bring another, make a threesome Long clip on the bottom and it's decent Your old works, niggas got one on the recent Yeah, I got the receipts Hollow got bangers, droppin' every week Got it poppin', she dropping with relief At the top it's just us and Lil Reese Yeah, no one does it like man Knuckes on my left, Rizzy, that's my right hand Says he's in the streets, you should keep it quiet, fam Crocodile teeth, watch it, they might bite man Niggas got me paranoid Hollow got the chips, I could get him saveloyed Yeah, clocked your little strategies Fuckin' little --- boy We get the money, takin' 10 percent Nigga watch the temper 'cause niggas only represent Got that muscle but niggas wanna test the strength Landlord and I'm only here to get the rent Yeah, they always try talk smack in songs Might slap him, might start smackin' dons Lake Placid, yeah, came back in strong Wrong bredda, nigga got the splashin' wrong Bread, big business, few lumps Game soon fuck up, gave me few months She's shocked, I got Kimmy too stumped Pussy wetter, swimmin' through spunk Yeah, get me two trunks Thoughts of the bread that might get me through lunch Yeah, they just left a dude slumped Belly fatter, gettin' too plump [Chorus] Murder sheet Shack of demons, we got pliers Outside (bow, bow), shots fired Only the family, my block's biased You ain't gettin' rich, so stop trying [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] I told H when he was in the states to bring us back a switch Put it on them blicks and everybody gettin' hit Everybody gettin' swished, turn him into cheese They ain't lyin' when they tell you that I'm turnin' up these streets I'm a real-life gangster, they're gangster when they tweet Realest in this shit, and I'm stampin' it like feet Half a brick of bujj, whole slab of grease Red-skinned Portugese layin' on me while I sleep I just bust up, and I got credit with them killers like I touch up Raise a ring or two bust when I was locked up I'm down any time a nigga's fucked up Smith and Wesson, big Berettas and we glocked up Lights green, turn you smithereens Ain't no in-betweens, it's this side or no side .45 hit your head back, make you nosedive And I get at a nigga's neck like a clothesline And if I spin your block I'll take that up in no time And I ain't heard about your works, but you know mine Bullet holes, stab wounds, categorise my old crimes I was on the bloody run from '05 to '09 Kept my mouth closed tight, I ain't speakin' to them people Won't wipe your slate clean, nah, never make it equal Put an end to your story, there won't ever be a sequel I know what we do is wrong like Freeway and Beanie Sigel My team fire bread, your team fragile and feeble Crack pipes, needles Cali by the pound, I came up with Sour Diesel That's my only job and I'll be slangin' like it's legal Used to be my darrg, now I see you when I see you Niggas cross that line and I get evil I go sick like the mumps and the measles Ain't no trickin' when I got it, I just pull it out and treat you Same place I'm standin' be the same place I leave you, that's real [Chorus: Giggs] Murder sheet Shack of demons, we got pliers Outside (bow, bow), shots fired Only the family, my block's biased You ain't gettin' rich, so stop trying [Outro: Giggs] We got pliers Shots fired Only the family, my block's biased You ain't gettin' rich, so stop trying