Family Ties

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Killa

Dipset

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance

Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp'

Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay

I'll soufflé your toupée and bottles be a bouquet

Right where you stay or where you stayed

That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Unload the click-clack to your fit cap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that (Suicide)

For nine years in Spain, had the timeshare

Back to Times Square, I got dimes here

By the Port Authority, but I got more authority

Your girl, she ordered Mauri, checks, she forge 'em for me

Reporters report me how she report to the orgy

But it's more to the story (What?), her daughter applaud me

[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone, we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset (Killa), Dipset, Dipset

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

From the back of the cop ride to black-on-black black when we cop rides

I will not hide, "Hi, ma, hot thighs"

Dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed

From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls

Sanaa Lathan knows, I'm rakin', but makin' dough

Eighty holes in your shirt, there, your own Jamaican clothes

I ain't talkin' the Poconos, I'm talkin' the Aspens, to slopes, we go

You get the okey-doke, play me, baby, I hope he know

We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio (Fuckin' liar)

I hold him with blue mittens, two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'?

One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'?

I bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens

(And I don't trust a ho)

That's mother to baby mother, motherfucker, you look like a lady lover (Lover)

I'll touch, slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nutcracker

And it's well known that Rell home

Yup, hit E.T. up on the cell phone

As your family dies and my family rise

Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa)

[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone, we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

You see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints (Florida)

Whips get lathered in paint

Rap with the rappers (Nope), scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra (Houdini)

And I'm appalled, think that we at all comfortable

Mi amor, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable (What's that?)

They mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor

Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and (What else?)

Who you supposed to be? Get hung from the rosaries

Call me C.O.D. (What's that?), that's coke and them O's of D (What happened?)

Some OD'ed, B, off them O's of D (So?)

I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me

Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me

Pump that Dip in your veins, get dope like me

Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me (Why?)

For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me

[Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron]

We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by

Never alone, we 'bout to make the drums cry

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us

We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset